
A Sunrise, Indoors
One does not enter the Meridian Grand so much as one is received by it. Overhead, a ceiling of gilded rays fans outward from a single lantern, so that every arrival occurs, quite deliberately, at dawn. The floor is black marble veined with amber, inlaid with the bronze meridian line from which the house takes its name.
Porters in bottle-green livery still announce guests by hand-bell. The management sees no reason to stop.



