And much more too at sumptuous small hotels
The lobby is hushed. No clutter of gaudy valises. No flurry of conventioneers. No signs. No bells. The guests are greeted by name by a concierge at a Queen Anne escritoire. In their suite they find that the staff not only has left them the usual basket of fruit but has also remembered their taste for violets, which are in a Baccarat bowl, and Degas prints. Returning after dinner, they find that the triple- sheeted bed has been turned down, with Godiva mints set on the pillow...
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