I went by train to the East Midlands yesterday. For the bit I went to you leave from St Pancras, a station that still takes my breath away. It seems an incongruously glamorous and dramatic point of departure to what must be one of England's most humdrum and boring regions (sorry). St Pancras for Paris and, er, Leicester.
I'd arranged to meet a colleague beneath the beautiful clock and next to the house-sized statue 'The Meeting Place' (right). The more I see this the more I like it. It's gross and a bit vulgar and it seems the plinth is even better. I hadn't noticed before but it's surrounded with highly detailed, intricately miniature, station-related scenes. They play with perspective and scale to striking effect.
One of the dozen or so is shown below. Slatternly women in tight skirts and Samuel Beckett lookalikes abound for some reason - surely good things. You can find a couple more here (however, I can't find pictures of the best). Well worth taking a look at if you're in the station.
H/t for the plinth detail Silvertiger.