Fenway Park

On Sunday we were inducted into the culture of a baseball game. We waited on the subway for a train and as the doors opened were packed into a carriage like sardines. We were disgorged close to Fenway Park the home of the Boston Red Socks team. We were carried along to the precincts of the stadium where there were bands playing, mascots ranging, fast food and drink stalls vending their wares. Kate and I bought some merchandise and then we entered the ground. The music was pumping. We had great seats looking down over the home base to third.