Atocha

From the Rastro we take a bus to our next destination. I'd bought a book of tickets at the airport assuming they'd come in handy and the walk there, given we were just outside the main tourist areas, didn't offer much to see. An elderly couple helped us select the right bus. We arrived hoping to enter an art museum that offered free entry on Sundays, another happy coincidence, but we had to wait until 2.30pm. So instead we visited the local train station. A train station? I hear you ask.