Sunday morning in Boston, I had a number of hours before my flight left for home. My plan for the day was a trip to nearby Cambridge where I was going to hunt for some toys for my kids. But as I was early getting out and had over an hour before the stores opened, I stayed on the subway a few more stops for no better reason than I wanted to see Porter Square, a neighborhood near Harvard. And the only reason I went there was because Porter is my son’s name and it was good a place as any to kill an hour sightseeing.

The subway redline to Alewife, another good beer name, with Porter Square two stops before the end of the line.

Arriving at Porter.

The sign on the wall in the subway after the train left.

Appropriately enough, for my son at least, there were trains as you went up or down the escalator at Porter Square station.

As you went up or down, two panels at a time completed a picture.

Outside the station, a map of Porter Square.

Tavern in the Square Porter.

An old church near the station.

The Porter Square bus stop.

Yet another old building in the square.

There was even a Porter Rd. off of Porter Square.

The Porter Square subway station.