Aesthetes in mass turned out for
what turned out to be a swell party when Queen Elizabeth II — with 1,000 guests
(hope you were among them), the Royal Philharmonic, and masses of champagne —
declared the magnificently restored St. Pancras train station open. London had gained something as significant as
New York’s Grand Central Station because the terminus has given the city a
great new public space that is much more than a station. It is a destination!
The station is a triumph as an
engineering feat and as a meticulous restoration of a Grade I Listed Building,
which puts it in the same category as Westminster Abbey and St. Paul’s
Cathedral.
I visited with an architect
friend, a railway man through and through.
This quiet man has an instinctive grasp of 19th-century railway
architecture and has a miraculous gift of understanding how to adapt, and
enhance it for the 21st century.
It is hard to imagine that back
in the 1960s, the Midland Hotel of George Gilbert Scott (1811-78) and the amazing single-span iron-and-glass train shed of William Barlow (1812-1902) and Rowland Ordish was under threat.
Listing alone was not enough. The
station went into the doldrums for years and the Hogwarts-style Gothic hotel remained closed. It was the decision to bring a high-speed link to St. Pancras
that changed everything.
The key has been to bring
together all the new uses for the whole site and to give them an architectural
character that is of an appropriate quality to rejuvenate the buildings. This
is not a facelift. It is a three-dimensional architectural exercise that
established the quality of the total environment.
There had to be new concrete
platforms for Eurostar beneath the great roof; a complete new station extension
for the regional Midland Main Line; a new Thameslink station; a Marriott
Renaissance hotel in the Gilbert Scott Gothic fantasy, with new rooms to
harmonize alongside designed by architects RHWL and Richard Griffiths; new
shops and flats developed by the Manhattan Loft Corp. in the upper floors of
the original hotel.
The greatest architectural
triumph is Alastair Lansley’s brilliant stroke to create theatrical openings
from the undercroft, so that you will glide on escalators that take you up to
the platforms under the soaring sky-blue iron-and-glass roof.
In the undercroft — the space
beneath the platforms — you will now wander between the processions of
Victorian cast-iron columns dealing with tickets, luggage and security as an
elegant prelude to the splendor of the station itself. The finishes are superb: wooden
floors with slate surrounds newly made Gothic doors and everywhere the glow of
original brickwork, Minton tiles and granite and carved-stone decoration.
The station clock is back and
beneath it a giant sculpture by Paul Day of an embracing couple, sentimental
perhaps but poignant too. Is he going off to war, was it a brief encounter,
will they meet again?
It overlooks the longest champagne bar in Europe, where
you can drink and watch the arrivals and departures.
St. Pancras revives the romance of rail.
Why
fly?