Underground in the basement, in the echoing bank vault still with its claustrophobic double steel doors is Victoria Rance's "Space for a Woman", a cage-like structure in a corner of the vault made up of silicon, bronze and steel acorn-pods.
If you reckon that St . Georges Chapel looked lovely, and that the anthems echoing around its vaulted ceiling were rich and sonorous, you should have smelled the place.
With books in one hand, a tray in the other, I would begin what felt like a 20-minute stroll down death row-my leather heels clicking on the stone floor at every step, echoing from the vaulted ceiling.
The momentum becomes almost unbearable until the cataclysmic derailment a few measures before what turns out to be the close: a Neapolitan chord, coming after a jagged sprint of pedal notes, shatters into the echoing silence of the vaults of stone and lead-glass.
Thy beauty shall no more be found, Nor, in thy marble vault, shall sound My echoing song; then worms shall try That long preserv'd virginity, And your quaint honour turn to dust, And into ashes all my lust.
Repurposed as a temple, its candle-lit vaults echo with running water.
A man in a tuxedo gives a woman in a crimson dress a piggyback ride to the platform, and boisterous adolescents whoop just to hear their voices echo off the vaulted ceiling, with its twinkling depiction of the constellations.
Extraordinary gangs of armed robbers had cleaned out bank vaults with great rock music echoing in their ears and a joint on their lips.
Gold is money par excellence," says Rickards, echoing Charles De Gaulle who said, as quoted the New York Fed's The Key to the Gold Vault: "...there can be no other criterion, no other standard than gold.
