The last hotel of our stay was one of the most beautiful hotels which I have ever frequented. It was the ever luxurious, ever personalized The Ritz hotel.
Sister to the famous Ritz in Paris, this hotel has been privately owned since it opened in 1906, and its motto may well be “too much is never enough.”
From the moment that you emerge from your taxi and a top-hatted doorman rushes to help you with your bags and usher you into the gold and pink lobby, your feet barely touch the floor. You are offered a small tour of the hotel, through its vast floral displays, its cherub-bedecked dining room, and the tea salon that spawned a thousand imitators. Of course, if you decline, you are whisked away to your room, wich is a jewel box.
Each room is filled with fresh flowers and unique touches – an original drawing here, and antique vase there. The tones are soft and elegant mint and blue. The bed is thick and luxurious, with a soft mattress and a large king size – not so common in Europe.
Our room came with a vanity table so delicate and beautiful that I felt bad sitting there before my makeup was applied.
The bathroom is beautifully appointed, with a towel warmer (why don’t we have these stateside?!), a double vanity, and a shower tub combination with a supremely deep tub that is perfect for relaxing after a long day of museums and shopping (more shopping than museums, if I’m being honest).
The toiletries are Asprey…only the best for The Ritz. They are so delicious smelling that I gathered them up each time we entered the room and – lo and behold – each time I came back, they were dutifully replaced. I must have gotten 6 shampoos in 2 days.
Of course, you could always go for one of the shamancier suites:
Objets d’art surround every private and public room in this hotel.
Not too shabby, right?
Of course, if you are a visiting sheik or got rich off of a Youtube video, you may want to check out the Royal Suite. This suite, housed in the recently acquired William Kent house is…rather extraordinary. Though I could say a lot, I might as well just let the pictures speak for themselves.
The house, with its private, hidden entrance to the rest of The Ritz.
Entering an incredible suite. Oh, you know, the plain ole drawing room, with a table big enough for 12 people. The loveliest round bedroom, overlooking Green Park. Fabulous dressing area. Not too shabby, right? A cool elevator, because who uses stairs to get places? A mural painted when the home was bought by the Ritz and restored. It’s painted in keeping with the Georgian style of the house… with one cheeky exception! More drawing rooms in the Kent house complex… Including a beautiful drawing room… with a golden, sculptured ceiling that would rival the Sistine chapel itself. The gold, mint, and rose music room, where intimate weddings might be held.
Every person we encountered was incredibly kind and seemed to actually want to be there. From the butler (obviously, each room has a butler) who brought us a welcome tray of hot coffee and biscuits when we checked in to the doorman who shared his favorite place for fish and chips (“not too posh, but it’s where me mates go for a bite after work”), everyone seemed so damned happy to see us. Even if they weren’t…okay! This is what sets the Ritz apart. The service. The ability to be called by name and feel as though you are visiting nobility who has stayed there for eons who happens to be passing through an old friend’s home on your way to the country.
Plus, if you are on your honeymoon, you might get these delivered to your hotel room…
So, while London is a great city, between the afternoon tea, the private club downstairs (private restaurant, cigar bar, and casino only for members of the club or guests at The Ritz…very 007), and the gorgeous rooms, you may have problems leaving your hotel.
The most British, most elegant, most over the top luxurious hotel that I could imagine. This is romantic to the hilt and you can’t help but fall in love with the city, the hotel, and your traveling partner.
The perfect way to end a dreamy honeymoon.
Disclaimer: I was given a media rate. All of my opinions are my own and unbiased.