Red Lion square, London. Such an honourable and slightly conspicuous name. If you thought Corinthian columns, domes and plaster reliefs then you may have set your expectations a little high. Lower them a little. And perhaps a little more.
Mention Red Lion square and most people will draw a blank. Compared to other famous squares of London, it barely registers in the beauty stakes. Possibly flattened in WWII, there are bits and bobs remaining – that simple row of Georgian terraces for example – but really it is architecturally insignificant. Salvation is found on one corner.
I have no idea what this building is called but it stops me dead every time. Plated in mustard tiles, it rises like an Egyptian mausoleum, sublime in its uniqueness, indulging a sturdiness of form, looking completely like it could survive the second coming… of a Pharoah.
And in the summer, the park in the square comes into its own particularly as it has its own non-branded cafe. Yay!