South Kensington Station, somewhere I often pass through, it always gives me enormous pleasure. I don’t think it’s purely the anticipation of going to the museums on an outing. It’s the detail that gets me. The imposing pillars, that make it seem like place where important business goes on. The glass vaulted arcade that links two streets together.
The wrought iron grills telling us where we are.
The graceful swan neck lights though utility the sweep of the arm is so graceful. I even like the dense bulls blood red of the architectural tiles that enrust part of the exterior. As you hurry through the station stop a while to take in the detail.