Claridge's

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Come on everyone, in the style of British panto let me hear you, "Oh no not again' What? Oh not not again! Louder? OH NO NOT AGAIN!
Indeed, the last thing this blog needs is yet another post about Claridge's but in my life it is as inevitable as death and taxes, my parents got engaged here, and there is no other hotel that I will go running to for the rest of my life.

I do indeed have a favourite suite there.

How kind of them, an Art Deco vitrine for my shoes and bourbon collection.

The Fumoir, my favourite watering hole in the world,
I really miss my heady cigar smoking evenings there.

Basil Ionides, fellow Scot, ( born here, ethnicity by way of Greek ambassador to London/Glasgow School of Art alumni) ) is the artist behind these utterly exquisite glass panels.

A glass of vino collapso.

Exeunt al.

Pffft and just like that my railway Art Deco journey across Europe came to an end, I entered the station and found myself Cinderella once more and boarded my pumpkin all the way home.
Thank you everyone for coming on the most amazing trip of my life.