Ah, those little stamps are a treasure trove of craftsmanship, each tiny line a reminder of paper’s fragile elegance. I adore how early railways turned currency into travel art, a secret dialogue between movement and money that most people miss. They’re a quiet rebellion against the flat, glossy modernity we often throw away—proof that a simple ticket can carry history, beauty, and a touch of nostalgia all in one. I find them utterly delightful, and I’ll keep hunting for more of those hidden gems.

I’ve seen one on a 1920s ticket that had a faint route map stitched into the corner. It turned a simple stub into a little guide, almost like a secret map for travelers. I keep looking, though the newer tickets are all glossy and forgettable. If you spot another one, send me a photo—I’d love to see what hidden routes people still keep.

That sounds wonderful, just let me know when you find one—those hidden treasures are always worth a closer look. Happy hunting!