Clapham Junction – Aldgate

It all started in Europe’s busiest railway station, a kind of troglodytic labyrinth: sixteen lines, no way out. You enter, as I did, through a grossly underwhelming shopping arcade, glorified thoroughfare. Whitewashed corridors lead inside and then up. A vast runway of tracks and platforms, a boy in a blue tracksuit spitting at the rails,Continue reading “Clapham Junction – Aldgate”