I Started a Joke…
September 28, 2011 § 1 Comment
So, Mr. H and I were in London for a few seconds this summer. I must admit, it isn’t my favorite city, but I suppose it has its moments. Many of these moments can be found at Claridges, which is a celebration of the insanely glamourous Art Deco style. (However, The Carlyle does it up a tad more subtly and with far better service. There, I’ve said it.) The hotel has also preserved some rather excellent bits of More Dignified Times, such as a manned elevator with very plush little banquettes to sit on while you elevate, a truly delightful tea service, sparkling whatnots everywhere, and this thing on our nightstand:
I don’t suppose Waterworks sells one of these, but I could really use one, especially if the buttons actually delivered what is promised.
I am sorry to disappoint, but every photo I took of the interiors is too awful to post, so you will have to just visit their site to see how fabulous the place really is: http://www.claridges.co.uk/gallery2.aspx?id=3288
That said, all is not lost, since the most amusing part of the trip for me was a little something I found just up the road from the hotel:
I wasn’t even looking for this, as I honestly didn’t think anyone would care to memorialize where the Bee Gees wrote any of their music. Not to say the Brothers Gibb should not be memorialized and celebrated, but, really, we don’t do these kinds of things in New York. (Could you imagine???) Which I guess is why this little bit of nuttiness made me like London a little bit more this time around. Even if a decent meal and some genuinely hospitable service is in somewhat short supply.
(Photos: Some Cozy Night)