Kings Cross

Back home today. Didn't really take photos because I was mainly on a train and carrying large bags .

London's Kings Cross has certainly had a makeover since last time we were there.
I recall having to stand for a long time without a seat and without anywhere to eat except a Cafe Nero which would be more accurately described as a stall rather than a cafe. In fact even that is being generous. More like a confession booth. Of course there was a WH Smith if you really want to read 50 Shades of the Da Vinci Twilight or whatever is in vogue.

Weirdly an entire coach next to us on the train was full of orthodox Jews, all wearing black suits and bowler hats and supporting beards and dangling curls. It was quite an unusual sight.