So we’ve been touristing today, with a trip to the historic downtown area to see the Union Depot, which used to be the railway station, back when the city was served by no fewer than five rival train companies (and we can see how well *that* sort of competition worked out, given that there’s now no passenger trains at all).
They certainly knew how to build a railway station, back then, and it’s been beautifully restored, complete with some charming period detail – and some slightly less charming ones, albeit perhaps not so very distant from the current mood…
In fact the whole historic area has been nicely spruced up and is well worth a wander, especially as it’s one of the few parts of Pueblo where walking feels like a sensible mode of transport, as opposed to something you do when your car has broken down.
But then we needed to actually buy something so we went to another jaw-dropping monument to late American capitalism, Sam’s Club.
I can’t see one of these being lovingly restored in 100 years time, but you never know…
I always find these rules for ‘Immigrants’ odd. aren’t we all immigrants? If you start defining some people as ‘Immigrants’ where do you stop?
Presumably you kick out everyone but the last of the Mohicans…
Fascinating, except Sam’s Club! xx
Ah well, it’s all part of life’s rich tapestry