You know, there are a lot of things I take for granted here in the city. Kinda sad, huh? Like I am all about how we have the world’s largest children’s museum, and I’m always pointing out to people that the LOVE sculpture is made by Robert Indiana who is from guess where?
But until Dan posted his own Union Station post, I hadn’t thought about our Indianapolis Union Station in … uh, well, I don’t recall.
Regardless, I found myself telling Dan how the Indianapolis Union Station was the first in the world. Crossroads of America and all that.
Then I realized, hey, it’s still there, I should go see it. Dan said he hoped that it wasn’t in an area where The Mister wouldn’t want me going alone. I said I’d take the dog. Well, I didn’t take the dog. We had dinner on East Street, and there was Union Station, so The Mister dropped me off. (Then he parked, and called to tell me where he parked, within viewing distance, because he’s just so damn thoughtful and protective. Isn’t he ever so dreamy?)
*stares off into space*
Anyway, here it is, the first Union Station in the world.
It opened in 1853.
I have to tell you, while I stood there taking the photo, I realized the entire foundation, including the walkway, is granite.
Also, check out the so deco lighting, obviously added later.
You can see the progression of dusk in my photos.
Sometime, I’ll go inside. I remember tiled walls.
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