Kamiyashiro Station - Nagoya

Good access to the subway. It turned clockwise and counterclockwise and did not require a car.

Opened with Fujigaoka extension. A bus terminal was constructed in 1998. It is also the closest station to the Meito Cultural Small Theater.

The Higashiyama Line runs from here to Fujigaoka, the end point, on the ground. Both ends are suitable for shooting, but do not get out of the platform door.

There was a big bus terminal directly connected to the station. The atmosphere in front of the station was not so prosperous.

It's a subway, but it's a ground station from here to Fujigaoka. (Higashiyama Line Kamiyashiro Hongo Fujigaoka) Also, there are 4 ground stations on the Nagoya Subway, Kami-Otai (Meitetsu Joint Station) on the Tsurumai Line.

This is the third station from Fujigaoka Station, which is the end point of the Higashiyama Subway Line. During the morning rush hours, you can hardly sit in the direction of Nagoya. Also, there are few shops around the station. There used to be a convenience store in the station building and in front of the station, but it has disappeared. Welcia has entered the tenant of the station building, so there is still some relief. And the headquarters of that eccentric bookstore, Village Vanguard, is quietly located here in Kamiyashiro. It is also a transportation hub because Kamiyashiro Junction is nearby. The Meito Ward Office is guided from Hongo Station, which is another station away, but it is also within walking distance from Kamiyashiro. It's in front of the station where you want more liveliness.

On a chilly late winter evening with light rain, I was carrying a board of about 1m. The baggage was also bulky and I couldn't get through the ticket gate. So, at that gate next to the ticket gate, where pregnant women pass "Can I leave my luggage before going?" I asked the station staff who was sitting at the counter politely. After glancing at Girori, the fat station employee puts his elbows on his elbows and gropes his chin with the mask on it, making him unfriendly. "What if I go normally?" With a dirty voice, he pointed at the ticket gate with a light yellow eye. … Surely the wide ticket gates at this station can pass most luggage. However, my hands were full and I had to put my luggage under the floor once to take out Manaka. The station staff at that window, who was just sitting, couldn't see my other luggage, and I thought I could go to the ticket gate with just one board. I explained that it was difficult because I had other luggage, and above all, it could get in the way of other customers. What made me indignant above all was not the indifference of not being aware of a person's large luggage. At first glance, I understand that I am a person who is exhausted by carrying luggage, and I am in the insidious psychology of speaking. I don't say that I'm complaining about being amiable. However, it seems certain that there is one unpleasant station employee at this station who should reflect on the wording and behavior of interacting with people. I was half amazed that such an unscrupulous station employee would be in the world, but I got into the elevator alone with my luggage. In the cold room, only the groaning noise peculiar to the elevator wriggles on my eardrum, and the mirror on the wall just reflects the man holding his luggage with a tired expression. Spring hasn't come yet.