If London’s Underground traverses the city like a plate of spaghetti, Atlanta’s Marta rail system is more like a celery stick. Nevertheless, occasionally there is a stop where I am headed, and I prefer leaving the driving to someone else whenever possible.
I was invited to a pub in Decatur to visit with friends and chose to ride the train. I figured it would be the best choice with a couple of brews in my belly, and it would give me an hour to catch up on some reading. On the return trip, I found myself pleasantly alone waiting for the westbound train at the Decatur platform, and I took the opportunity to snap a few photos of the station’s delightful architecture. The last image is a self-portrait of sorts.