First let me just say that once again, I love looking at my stats to see how people come to my blog. But yesterday there was one – “i can’t tell you how much i miss rome” – and it made my heart hurt.
So, to whoever wrote that and subsequently found my blog, I just want to say that I’ve been there, honey, and I understand how you feel. I hope that my blog took you back there, if only for a moment. Rome is here, and it waits for you – come back soon.
Now, onto the creepiest, most elegant train station ever. Haunting pictures await after the jump.
It’s the Perugia train station, an otherwise normal looking building constructed in the usual style that is the hallmark of buildings containing public services. Other than a distinct lack of places to sit – something we were sure was part of a conspiracy to keep the citizens of Perugia fit for hiking up and down that freaking hill – there was nothing out of the ordinary.
Until we went down a nondescript hallway looking for the bar, and found this room:
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