Oliver's first time on the metro was not what you would call a smashing success. Knowing that the metro isn't exactly stroller friendly with numerous flights of stairs and rarely an elevator in sight, we took him in the baby carrier. What we failed to consider is that at every stop, the metro car's air brakes make a loud hissing noise, followed by the loud sound of doors opening, followed by the even louder (and apparently horrifying) sound of the chimes that signal the doors are closing and you better step out of the way.
The brakes were bad enough, but Oliver absolutely could not abide the sound of the leaving chimes - he faithfully spat out the pacifier to stick his lower lip out, and proceeded to produce a "waaa-AAAAAA" at every stop. Our journey took us through 14 agonizing metro stops before our destination. Verdict: not trying this one again for a while, sticking to the bus and feet.
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