Early morning in St P

That clock reads 5.30am... and a very groggy me was sat in front of Le Pain Quotidien consuming coffee and porridge while awaiting my train to Sheffield. Ah Sheffield- and a sparkly new visa (which was successfully obtained! Well, at least approved... obtaining takes longer)

I love this station always, but I have always been there during the hustle and bustle of the daytime, usually rush hour, so it was fascinating to experience it when most of the shops were closed and the others were barely opening. Even more amazing was watching the sky through the glass roof gradually shaking off the inky black of night...