You only see what you know (Goethe)
Several German railway stations offer model railway layouts. After putting in a 1-Euro-coin, children (and their parents) can control the miniature trains. The dioramas are pretty large and full of details. I took this photo at the central station of Frankfurt am Main.
In the small Styrian municipality Selzthal the structures of the railway station dating back to 1872 are still existing. So one can spend the time of waiting in this lovely decorated room.
The rebuilt central station of Salzburg still uses some elements of the old railway station. For example, 100+-year-old tile paintings and lamps like the one shown above provide a vintage feeling in the entrance hall.
A Christmas crib at the entrance hall of the railway station Wien Westbahnhof in Vienna, Austria
The 10th day of my InterRail journey started in Vienna. My destination on that day was Brno in Czechia. From my train, I had an excellent view of the construction site for the new Vienna Central Station (Wiener Hauptbahnhof).
At the railway station of Bolzano, I came across this statue. It reminds me of movies like ‘Metropolis’ by Fritz Lang.
The 8th day of my InterRail trip ended in Innsbruck. The idea to travel from the Baltic Sea to the Alps was implemented. By the way the two artworks at the railway station were created by Max Weiler.
At Innsbruck central station (Innsbruck Hauptbahnhof), I had a look at this public art by Max Weiler. The depicted man at the right edge of the painting represents an important person in the history of Innsbruck. It is Emperor Maximilian I.
My first stop on my 8th day of my InterRail journey: Lübeck. I just love these halls of old railway stations. You?
On my walk through Zurich Central Station (Zürich Hauptbahnhof), I came across this public art created by Niki de Saint Phalle. The sculpture is titled L’Ange Protecteur. I’ve already seen a lot of public art by this artist in Hanover. This time it was my first encounter with her work at a railway station.
Generally tourists tend to leave a railway station as quick as they can. They hurry down to the metro or they are looking for a cheap bus or a quick taxi in order to get to their hotel.
I speak German and English. I understand a bit Romance and Slavonic languages. I don’t understand Hungarian. Not a single word. But I loved to listen to the loudspeakers at the railway station Keleti Pu in Budapest. Listening to a completely foreign language is like listening to music, isn’t it?