Stand in front of Kings Cross station, and St Pancras is right there. Like, you could throw a croissant and hit it. They share a street—Euston Road—but they’re separate buildings, separate souls, separate vibes.
Kings Cross is red brick and retro. St Pancras is gorgeous Gothic, like a cathedral that moonlights as a train station. One is a workhorse; the other is a show pony. Both are magnificent.
