Lady at Coworth Park

I didn’t expect the Queen to show up. I suppose it’s not so farfetched to imagine she would, given I’m near Windsor and she has a second home there (you could call it a castle, even). But really, it’s not every day that the Queen arrives at a hotel where I’m staying, and I stay in a lot of hotels. This isn’t just any hotel, though. This is Coworth Park, and if there’s a hotel the Queen is going to visit, it’s this one.

Horseback Riding at Coworth Park


Lady at Mamounia Lounge in Mayfair

It’s December. The weather is cold in London and all I want to do is run away to somewhere warm. In fact, I’m heading to San Francisco next week for Christmas. But in the meantime, I’m in London searching for places that will make me forget the chill. In doing so, I remember a restaurant from last winter that made me feel like I was in a warm land far away: Mamounia Lounge.

Baklava at Mamounia Lounge in Mayfair, London


Lady in West Yorkshire

It’s autumn in Yorkshire. The air is crisp and clear, and the trees are changing colors. As my train speeds from Leeds to Shipley, I can’t help but think that fall in old England is as pretty as fall in New England. And when I arrive at Hollins Hall, A Marriott Hotel & Country Club in West Yorkshire, I see it even more clearly.

Golf Course at Hollins Hall Hotel in West Yorkshire


Lady in Clerkenwell

When I first moved to London, I asked a friend where I should live. She told me that if she could do it all over again, she would live in Hampstead. Now that I’ve been in London for six years, I sometimes wonder what I would tell someone if they asked me the same question. Usually I find myself leaning towards a particular neighborhood in central London: Clerkenwell.

Leaves in Clerkenwell, London