Dancing to architecture

My contract in London is nearly up and I think the only thing I'll miss is meeting up with my little brother for drinks after work. Last Friday, we met up at the all-new St Pancras for no other reason than my train leaves from Kings Cross and it'd give us a bit more time.

But blimey, what a place. I used to travel in and out of the very down at heel St Pan quite often in my student days, boy has it changed. The rails aren't even in the same place. It's some feat of engineering.

If you ignore the Champagne bar full of posh twits freezing their twigs off, the place is quite breathtaking. Anyone arriving into London on the Eurostar can't fail to be wowed upon their arrival. Shame that they then have to step out into Kings Cross...

It's a stunning piece of work and when you think about it, this must have been the feeling the Victorian travellers had when they clambered off trains into these grand constructions.

There's even a resident hawk to keep the pigeons out.