About the book: 1929 / For a London resident, the Piccadilly Palace Hotel is a hotel secondarily. From her hall, decorated in marble and claiming to have noble lines, modestly huddled in a corner so as not to disturb anyone, this same Londoner can see the bend of the stairs running up, which envelops his corner like a snake ring, and two elevators that work uninterruptedly all day long. They constantly elevate their provincial cousins ​​to unknown but really existing heights. If you start a game of association with our Londoner, then to the question: “Piccadilly Palace”? - he will answer without hesitation: “The lunchroom.” For him, in Piccadilly Palace there is only this hall, which is open to everyone.