Railway Station

What was once a hive of activity and transportation is now a derelict reminder of 'better days' for many of elderly in Saint Burleaux. They'll still recount the days when the luxury coaches would chug down the tracks and bring visitors from all over to the Spanish styled station, once painted with bright tan and red and now merely a ruin to what was once the pride of the city.

Once has to travel a grand two miles down a tree clustered track to even get to the station anymore, as all roads leading to the place have been overtaken by nature. Even the rails themselves have been cut off from rest of Louisiana's tracks, leaving the iron in grips of wandering moss and sprouting cat-tails.

A small station master's shack sits across from the grander building, no more than a one story hovel with splintering wood and vines creating a choke hold through every hole. A tiny cook-stove rusts outside next to a rotted woodpile, creating a cozy fox den. The pride of the clearing though is still the massive station, despite its derelict state. Scarlet shutters are either splintered or missing entirely, and the doors hang creaking from weather worn hinges. The interior hasn't fared nearly as well, having been ravaged and razed by looters and time. Large stretches of neon graffiti cover the once classically painted walls, a few southern belles even have a more 'modern' adornment placed there by the more creative vandals.