Hotel Tonight

May 21, 2015

It’s a dream of mine to live in a hotel. Not for long, mind you. Three-months or so of room service, frette sheets and fresh daily towels is all I need. I wouldn’t choose Coco’s Ritz or Eloise’s Plaza though. My hotel is chic and bohemian, with chamber maids that call me, “Honey,” and a concierge that walks around with a rare bird or a Persian Chinchilla in his arms. My favourite hotels have always been the small, eccentric ones with views that take your breath away. These days, we’re a three ringed circus, so we need a place that won’t fret over spills on the frettes, and a place that will take Iole, Antimo & Luma on room service rounds while Jason and I play rummy on the terrazza. Any ideas?




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