Accepted that railway stations tend not to be the best visiting card for a city/town/hamlet (it’s almost like you’re being mooned…), but the further one ventures out into the countryside around here, the direr they get.
I nodded off on the train to Alzey the other day and when I woke up, I thought I’d been beamed to Transylvania….
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The outskirts of any large city looks like this from a passing train’s window.