Travelling back from Washington, the Amtrak train began trundling down Ashland Main Street (actually Center St) and so I was staring directly into cafes and grocery stores. It was an odd experience being in such a large vehicle passing through a village high-street, and it turns out Ashland is moderately famous for it and they love their track.
Hence there's the best toy train shop in the world, that we lingered in on Saturday with the girls, transfixed by the electric model trains. We also found a old-school grocery store, furniture up-cycling, wine bar and coffee shop. What more could you want - a caboose in the playground - we'll need to go back for that.
