Abcoude, near Amsterdam.
A depressing collection of vandalized pre-fab shelters which provide no shelter as the hardboard’s all falling to bits plus a concrete underground pedestrian tunnel strewn with litter and accompanied by the malignant odour of rotting urine. What makes it really depressing is the sight of the old station building, a rather elegant, yet not overly grand building from the 1920s, which stands forlorn, unused and unloved just next to the platform behind a poorly maintained wire fence; a withering memory of days when railways were a source of pride in public service.
A depressing collection of vandalized pre-fab shelters which provide no shelter as the hardboard’s all falling to bits plus a concrete underground pedestrian tunnel strewn with litter and accompanied by the malignant odour of rotting urine. What makes it really depressing is the sight of the old station building, a rather elegant, yet not overly grand building from the 1920s, which stands forlorn, unused and unloved just next to the platform behind a poorly maintained wire fence; a withering memory of days when railways were a source of pride in public service.
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