Station Description
The station is mostly underground, lying behind the properties which face on to the north side of Bloor Street. The main entrance is from Quebec Avenue at the westerly end of the surface bus transfer area, with the ticketing mezzanine one level below, above the east end of the train platforms. The station has escalators here, but despite having ramps at the street entrance it does not have elevators to provide access to the platforms for those with a physical disability. A second entrance from High Park Avenue is at the east end of the bus platform, which is convenient for those needing to cross Bloor Street at the traffic lights to get to and from High Park.
The west end is at ground level, with an apartment building constructed partially over the station and along the south side. Just west of the station, Parkview Gardens is divided by the surface subway tracks and there are two entrances; one on the north side leading to Clendenan Avenue and another on the south leading to Bloor Street. Admission and exit at this end of the station is underground through unstaffed turnstyles.
The original external signage and trim has a unique bright blue background colour, whereas standard stations are red. In 2009 the station title nameboard over the entrance on Quebec Avenue was converted to the current style of a black background, white lettering and a stripe of green to signify the Bloor–Danforth line, but the other entrances still retain the old ones.
Rehabiliation of the station has included repairs to the roof slab and repaving. Original deteriorating walls and fences were replaced with sound barriers along the bus transfer area and beyond the west end of the station platforms.
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