It seems like only yesterday that my father brought me to the Clock Tower,
bought two tickets from an old ticket office,
and then we took a train to Shatin (countryside in the old day but a busy city nowadays).
It was more that 40 years ago but whenever I stand here, it brings back my memories.

The location of the building, next to the clock tower,
that donimates the picture was orignially a dark and old train terminus.
The first thing I saw inside the station was a big bronze bell placed
in the middle of a crowded ticketing area.

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