Cloudy With A Chance Of Trains
Walking around the corner to get a loaf of bread from the patisserie in St Pancras Station, which brings Parisian bread in on the Eurostar, I was astonished to see yet another new sculpture on the upper floor – this time of people living among the clouds, up near the immense glass roof of the terminus. The two-tier station always amazes me for being so fresh and airy on both levels, and unlike any other station I can think of. It’s almost impossible to associate with the smoky dark station of years gone by.
The new sculpture, by Lucy and Jorge Orta, flies high above Martin Jennings’s lovely tribute to Sir John Betjeman, and mercifully draws the eye away from Paul Day’s grotesquely ugly ‘The Kiss’, a statue so universally hated by critics and commuters that only its disproportionate size prevents anyone from defacing it. More and more, the station has become a destination in its own right, as well as being a stepping stone to Europe.