For me, the old station serves as an inspiration, the bar radiates sophistication and class, with a large selection of books for perusal and excellent food, it’s very easy to spend a couple of hours in the place, sipping a coffee, reading, writing and of course, partaking in the age old sport of people watching. That’s the fascinating thing about any station, they house impermanence - trains, people, belongings, they come and they go - only Franca remains unchanged, standing regally on, unperturbed by the passings of time.
IrRelevant’s Unusual Haunts Part One: Estacio de Franca
From the outset of this piece I must confess my adoration for trains. Gone are the steam-hurling machinations of old but there still lingers a sense that the train really is the right way to travel, offering the elegance, serenity and romance that neither the car nor the aeroplane can hope to match. Estacio de Franca,