When a “normal” person arrives in a town, or a city, or some place of interest, they typically head for one of its most iconic landmarks, or find a charming plaza to sit down and enjoy a coffee, or perhaps look for a show to attend. If they’re culturally inclined, they might even seek out a museum.
But those of us who are a bit… quirky, let’s say, when we arrive in a town, the first thing we do is check whether it has a train station. And of course, we immediately reach for the camera and start taking photos.
The image I’m sharing today was taken in Betanzos, a town full of charm, though somewhat faded, as many of its buildings are in a state of decline or disrepair. Still, it has plenty of picturesque spots, like the Plaza de los Hermanos García Naveira, along with a rich historical and cultural heritage, its churches and monastery, and of course, a fantastic culinary reputation, especially for its famous tortilla de Betanzos.
But none of those attractions excite me as much as a set of railway tracks, a weathered train station, or a locomotive resting in silence. That’s why, whenever I park near the river in Betanzos, I like to walk over to this little corner where the train bridge is. The setting is especially beautiful, and it’s not far from the station itself, which I’ve also photographed a few times.
Because in the end, beauty lives in the mind, and each of us sees it in our own way.
