Clang, clang, clang

There is something of the fairground about a major rail terminus. It may just be the waiting around for a ride or some other amusement, it may be the abundance of food outlets, it may be that the 'fare' itself can seem to be either great value or eye-wateringly expensive. At one or two it might even be the design and architecture.

This one is nowhere near St Louis and Judy Garland could be neither seen or heard. But still I hummed a trolley song.