Brightly party coloured frocks and heels with emigrants sequined mingle at Lime Street.
Stepping onto the platform feels as if we are heading towards an ocean liner and a new life.
The Steam Bar is only a partial destination. A woman adjusts her set.
The black ties have upped and gone and the dark haired barmaid with the cleavage has wiped the table. Gold lame and glittering red but no regulars.