On the way home, we passed through Liverpool Street and stopped off at Polo Bar.
Polo Bar is a 24-hour cafe that we rather like. It is quite small and compensates for this with bright decor and big mirrors in heavy gilt frames that add depth and make the place shine like an Aladdin’s cave.
They serve your coffee in a tall mug with a long spoon in it like the good old transport cafes used to do (and some still do). Tigger had toasted cheese on toast and I had a scone with raspberry jam.
In the bus station next to Liverpool Street train station, our bus, the 214, was hiding in a dark corner. This is the terminus and the bus drivers are allowed 10 or 15 minutes’ respite. It can seem a long time when you want to go home…
The bus station is a narrow gully between tall buildings. This dark glass is the superstructure of the train station and provides accommodation for office suites. The Heron Tower is reflected with the two towers belonging to the station.
A bright evening sky is visible over the dark canyon of the bus station. People and buses come and go in desultory movements. Our bus comes at last. We are saved!