The Heathrow Express has taken you to chaotic St. Pancreas Station. You step out to be surrounded by busy yellow bricks and anonymous Londoners giving you a cold eye. Haphazard buildings sprung up like mushrooms after rain welcome you in a reserved manner. It is exciting to breathe in the energy of urban life, but it makes your head swirl. Perhaps better to hop in a black cab Crossing Waterloo Bridge, you find a curious object extruding from the Queen Elizabeth Hall in conversation with the London Eye. It is your asylum in London, which works on a South Kensington girl and a Hoxton Square boy alike, who would like to be invited up to share the experience On the roof of the Queen Elizabeth Hall, there stands the Peephole, absorbing the skyline straddling the Thames. Curtains left open, you recognize a familiar object: a wide-angle lens pointing to the sky. You approach the Peephole with a little tingle. A gentle ramp begirds the layers of the lens. Curving around the middle layer, containing all the small necessary amenities and toilet, you reach the focal layer nesting a bed at an appropriate height below the lens. As you put yourself in the most comfortable position, your eyes take in the whole of the London skyline refracted through the double lens of water and plexi — even better when it drizzles. This is where both Londoners and visitors can sneak a peek at quiet beauty in this modern ancient city
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THE PEEPHOLE