St Pancras is one of those places where there seems to be a special atmosphere, it has something to do with transience, everyone who goes there is a traveller, it is a major hub for London as well as being the starting point for train journeys to the Continent.
Its full everyday from early in the morning till late at night, people from all over the world come here in various states of anxiety, excitement, anticipation and sometimes calm. People wait here for their trains, for their friends or family arriving, or perhaps like me, just wandering and observing. There are of course all the people who work in the cafe’s newsagents, tickets offices but there may also be people who come for no other reason than just to be there, perhaps they feel comforted by the noise and the bustle, or able to disappear in the crowds and feel anonymous.
There are two pianos, painted blue, deliberately positioned to encourage the public to sit down and play, they are well used and loved, rarely idle and played by the widest range of ages and types,it is a joy to watch – and listen.