Stamford Transportation Center - Within Walking Distance

Within Walking Distance

The South End of Stamford is on the southern side of the station and is currently a poor neighborhood about to undergo massive redevelopment already approved by city land-use authorities. The West Side of Stamford begins a couple of blocks to the northwest of the station, across the Mill River, and is considered the city's most dangerous section.

All of Downtown Stamford, including corporate offices, entertainment and cultural venues, shopping and restaurants, is within walking distance of the train station, almost all of it less than a mile and all of it to the north, across Interstate 95. The most direct and well-traveled access is along Washington Boulevard (at the west end of the station). Direct access is also along Atlantic Street (on the east end of the station; past Broad street it becomes Bedford Street). The major east-west streets parallel to the tracks and to Interstate 95 are Tresser Boulevard (a block north) and Broad Street (three and sometimes two blocks north).

These two streets, immediately north of the station, have narrow sidewalks and are less pedestrian-friendly than Tresser Boulevard, a block north: The northeast exit from the station joins with I-95 Exit 7 to become South State Street, a one-way street running east, between the railroad tracks and Interstate 95. North State Street is a one-way road running west that is just north of the highway. Tresser Boulevard is a block north of North State Street and runs parallel to it.

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