One of the perks of being a travel agent is occasionally receiving a trip to check out a hotel. It’s hard work verifying the thread counts on sheets, certifying that the meals live up to their 5-star criteria and making sure the cream is ever so clotted at afternoon tea service. This past month, I made a whirlwind inspection tour of a hotel in London over the course a weekend. I was able to steal away a bit of time to visit some of my favorite haunts and hideaways. If you find yourself with 48 hours (or a bit more) in “The City[1]” might I recommend the following:

[1] Unless you’re a New Yorker