After a day of packing and cleaning, we headed to St. Pancras station and the Eurostar to Paris. We'd been reading about delays on the line, and, sure enough, our train was nearly five hours delayed, getting us to the City of Light just as it was getting dark. Fortunately, St. Pancras is not a bad place to be stranded for a few hours.
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Britain is probably the only place you'll ever see "catenary" and
"knock-on" used in the same sentence |
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| Fellow detainees |
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In addition to all the shoppes, there's always people
playing the several pianos |
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| Some very good indeed |
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| And then there's some great sculpture upstairs |
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Not least, John Betjenan, the poet laureate who
saved St. Pancras and other glorious Victorian structures;
thank you, Howard, for introducing us to him |
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