I like this building. The orange brick tower. Specifically, the flat at the top with the larger balcony. I do love a balcony with a view. And this one has quite the view. It sits at the top of the new-ish developments at Kings Cross in London. I’d like to sit in a comfy chair on that balcony, coffee in one hand, newspaper in the other. And between sips and articles, I’d do a bit of people watching. I am nosy by nature. But having a casual gander is my limit. I’d not be equipping my balcony with a telescope.
I’ve often walked past here and looked at this building, and not really noticed the one next to it. But now I’ve taken this photo and had time to look at it, those top floor flats in the building next door look like they have rather grand balconies in the corners. Yes, the block is rather bland from the outside. But the views are even better than in the orange block. For a start you can see the orange block. Everyone needs a bit of color in their lives. The right balcony will have the same views over Granary Square, Coal Drops Yard et al.
Kings Cross has come along way since the early 90s, when I first ventured around this part of London. What was once a haven of drug dealing, prostitution and weekend raves in disused railway sheds has been transformed into something nice. Bravo gentrification. Maybe. But for now, my ground floor flat on the south coast must suffice. It has no balcony, obviously. It has a patch of eight or so paving stones that are laughable described in estate-agent-speak as a ‘sun terrace’.
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