Another station another town

I don’t know whether it was the sun or the promise of Florence to come but at 8 o’clock on a Tuesday morning  Viareggio station seemed a pretty good place to be.

Now I like train stations and this one is no exception.  It is simple, clean and does the business.

It also has one of those wonderful little cafes which surpass most outlets here.  The food is fresh often made in front of you and there is none of those tables with dirty plates and half finished cups of coffee, which you have to move yourself before sitting down.

So I like Viareggio, and in its way Florence Station was pretty interesting to.

Pictures; from the collection of Andrew Simpson