There is something cathartic about revisiting places that have resigned themselves to hazy distant memories. The world seems to slow down to a simpler pace like when we were young.
I guess rail is not as popular there as it once was?
There is something cathartic about revisiting places that have resigned themselves to hazy distant memories. The world seems to slow down to a simpler pace like when we were young.
I guess rail is not as popular there as it once was?
because of other transportation