I remember on the final crossing slipping in there one night, not that lm jewish or anything,But previous times it was only a look through an open door.It was l always found a lovely cool place, and l took a seat and just sat and contemplated life, then my thoughts turned toward the room its self and wondered exactly what l was looking at and then thoughts turned to QE2 and where we were and where we were going and as l slipped out gently closing the door, thought l will never see this place again.