Another of the places we had long been looking at in architectural magazines was Peter Eisenman’s Holocaust Memorial so to visit it on such a beautiful, cold morning was a real treat. Again, photographs had lead me to believe I already understood what this was going to be like but it was quite different to my expectations. Within seconds of entering these massive concrete blocks, the floor falls away, the blocks get increasingly taller and you inevitably find yourself alone. Surprisingly though, you don’t actually see too many other people in here and when you do, you meet face to face, abruptly on a junction.
This leaves you walking alone, slightly cautiously, and I started wondering whether the completely abstract nature of this and the way if forces you to reflect in a general way perhaps brings you closer to what a memorial should actually be all about.