Die Innenstadt

The light rail hummed along, making the 10 mile journey from the airport to downtown with relatively good time. Darkness had replaced what little there was of the sun while I was in the air, so the window offered limited views. However, the lights outlining M&T Stadium and Camden Yards were unmistakable as the train entered the city. Getting off at the Convention Center stop, I bid farewell to the nice man from Maine I had been chatting with since the airport and stepped off the train. Waiting to greet me outside the comfort of public transit was a city under a gale warning, which announced itself with a gust of cold air from the harbor that blew my roller bag over. What the hell was I doing in Baltimore in January?