Reviewing photos made last year in Berlin I finally got to the Berliner Dom. It will take me sometime to select photos for a coverage on this magnificent building. Right now my pick of the day: a woman mourning beneath one of the ceremonial sarcophagi you can admire in the Dome.
When you go to Berlin, it is Sunday (shops are not open), it is your first time in years in this city, your hotel is at a central location and the weather forecast says it will be raining, your first thought is to visit the famous Pergamon Museum. So, my first steps today were to the Museum Isle. In fact, you have everything there – a couple of museums, the Dome and the Berlin Palace. As I bought my ticket to the Pergamon, I was informed that I have to wait more than two hours to be allowed there. With plenty time to spare, I made myself to make some photos of the Dome and the palace. But I did not mange to reach them. Just round the corner, I noticed the entry to the Old Museum. It is not that popular with the tourist as the Pergamon, but the collection of ancient artifacts brought to Berlin by the German archaeologists is very impressive.
On the photo above, ‘the head of singing Dionyses’, one of the numerous sculptures you may admire in the Greek collection. The Head of the Singing Dionysus is a marble sculpture that dates back to the 1st century BCE. It is believed to be a Roman copy of a Greek original and is thought to have been part of a larger statue depicting the god Dionysus, the ancient Greek god of wine, fertility, and theater.
I took this photo while waiting out a long layover at St. Pancras International — not enough time to see London, but just enough to get lost in the details of the station. Between trains, rain and coffee, I kept circling back to this sculpture. In the end, I left with one of my favourite photos — and a small story wrapped in bronze, platforms and a touch of Harry Potter.
The statue in the image is The Meeting Place by Paul Day — a nine-metre-tall bronze sculpture that stands directly in front of the Eurostar platform. As you step off the train and look up, you can’t miss it. At first, it seems distant, then suddenly immense when you’re standing below, head tilted back. Behind it rises the St. Pancras Renaissance Hotel, seamlessly integrated into the station’s grand Victorian architecture.
St. Pancras is one of the most beautiful railway stations in Europe. While waiting, I had time to explore almost every corner — inside and out. Eurostar trains leave from the upper level, while Thameslink and high-speed lines run through lower platforms. Just across the plaza stands another iconic London terminal: King’s Cross, home to the legendary Platform 9¾ — and yes, there’s a shop full of Harry Potter souvenirs for those looking to step into that world.
The Meeting Place statue was unveiled during the station’s renovation, which transformed St. Pancras into a key Eurostar hub linking London with Paris, Brussels, and Amsterdam. I remember watching passengers come and go, thinking: Someday maybe...
That someday came a year later. After travelling through Brittany and Normandy, I changed plans, left my group early, and booked a return via Paris and London — this time, on the Eurostar. Despite border checks (Britain was outside the Schengen zone), it turned out to be the fastest route home.
On that day, I had breakfast in Paris, photographed the Louvre at sunrise, walked the Champs-Élysées, and boarded a train to London. After lunch near King’s Cross, I wandered through the Harry Potter shop, caught my train to Luton, flew home — and sat down to supper with my parents in Warsaw. All in one day.