I love travelling by train. I’ve been in all sorts of train stations, but I have to say, I have never been in one without a clock, or a board clattering away with times and destinations. It was unnerving to walk about this train station in downtown Seattle. It was stunningly beautiful. Strikingly clean.
Everyone was sitting down on benches, it felt almost like a sacred space. Voices were hushed, no coffee stands to grab a hot drink, no chance of a last-minute paper to grab and read on the train. It felt tomb like. Suddenly people would get up and go somewhere. I was totally lost. Which train? Where? When? Which door to choose?
You really have to know this ahead of time and which door to go through. Buses also leave from this station. So with no other choice I went up to the ticket office and asked. Oh, right outside, you’ll see it. Okay…I thought…and went out the door and said farewell to a visiting friend. Odd though…not to have a board or a clock, but maybe in this station there is only one place to go and one to come from and when that happens…who cares what the time is? But then I had to eat my words, right in the middle of all the white marble, gleaming brass was one large clock. Ahem…
Wow, I’ve never seen a train station like that before either. So pretty. If we described one in our fiction like that, no one would ever believe us. 🙂
I know! I felt like I needed a guidebook to a piece of art! But I must confess, I missed the chaos of St Pancs!
Must visit that one on my next tour of Seattle.
It so surprising as from the exterior one just doesn’t expect all that wonderful white marble!