The interior public space at
the Royal Festival Hall, where I camp for a few hours to work and write some emails, pictured, buzzy with mothers, non-profiteers, students, artists and a few old age pensioners. Several coffee shops do a brisk business (the friendly African who serves my espresso spills about half on my (new , white)
lacoste and I am more concerned about him being in trouble than my shirt as the manager offers to pay for it). The space fills with light , despite the grey day, and offers electrical sockets and telecoms ports, free wi-fi and all sorts of cool stuff from film (matinees!) to theatre and music and dance. Best, the northward facing windows have big views of the Thames from Charing Cross to Waterloo Bridge
and beyond.
