LES ARRIONDES (2)
The booking office window, with its carved wood surround.
I bought a returnb to Ribadesella here. As I was walking back onto the platform, the stationmaster came running out of his office with a local timetable and a FEVE calendar card.
Now THAT's a touch of customer care for you!!!
On the whole, travelling on FEVE is a step back into a friendlier, more civilised world. Long may such standards be upheld and encouraged.
More station furniture.
Time to go exploring . . .
The station also has a useful 'cantina' (bar).
Now, I said I would come back to talking about the bus station. Here it is, from the main street (former N-634) side. It was built in the 1990s, on land once used for the terminus of the steam tramway from Les Arriondes to Cuadonga (Covadonga). Unfortunately, it lacks any charm whatsoever. There is a bar, of sorts, at street level, a rough and scruffy place patronised by those heading up into the mountains (and a rum bunch some of them folk are, too). Go up the concrete stairs, to the departure bays level, and you came to a waiting area and kiosk that would have felt completely at home in some back-of-beyond Eastern Bloc country. Now is it not strange how architectural design seems to determine how people treat and patronise a place? The kiosk and waiting room had been mercifully boarded up by March 2009.
Now take a look at the magnificent old building to the right of the bus station. And go to the next photo . . .
Oh, what a superb set of 'corredores'!!!
This is the same building, photographed from the (railway) station gardens.
The bus station does not have gardens. Only asphalted bus bays.
The main street in Les Arriondes, looking north. Note in particular the bar/confitería on the right, beyond the first block of flats. Super urban architecture of the early Franco era, before concrete came into fashion.
I suppose you could call it 'Art Deco'? I am NOT an architect. I really wish I had my fictional Oihana Argüelles e Ibarranguelua from 'The Rape of Arcadia' standing beside me to advise . . . but THAT might provoke an ugly domestic incident of international proportions . . .
A super 'indiano' mansion, right in the town centre. Well cared for, too.