The first thing that struck the three of us when we swanned in to Jumeirah Carlton Tower was the smell – fresh cut flowers and oranges. We knew we were in for a treat.
Fresh fruit was on offer at the reception, alongside cooled, naturally flavoured water, and impeccable customer service.
As it was only lunchtime, we were slightly early for check in so decided to venture out for a while.
Carlton Tower is in London’s Knightsbridge, with designer stores lining your walk from the Tube station at the top of the street. There is a Harvey Nichols on the corners, a private park just in front and we absolutely lavished in the proximity of Harrods, Hyde Park and the Mandarin Oriental – we even popped in for spot of lunch.
We headed for Camden, but we couldn’t quite contain our excitement to see our room back at the hotel.
The wait was worth it. Decorated in cool greys and purples, there was a bedroom and living area, with an extra bed, a large bathroom, plenty of wardrobe space and an a balcony.
Luckily, we seemed to have planned our trip when London’s weather was akin to that of the Costa Del Sol, so it was difficult prising ourselves away from just lounging with a bottle of wine and people watching from up above.
They had even provided a gorgeous chocolate cake from the in-house Chinoiserie in celebration of my sister’s upcoming 16th birthday – it didn’t last long.
We lived in the lap of luxury for two nights and couldn’t bear to leave. We were just a skip and a jump away from Sloane Square and we didn’t know if we could cope going back to ordinary life without the incredible breakfast.
Imagine a buffet with everything imaginable – including fish – and then hot dishes cooked fresh and brought to you in five-star style. Don’t even get me started on the complimentary bath robes.
A weekend at Jumeirah Carlton Towers was just what the doctor ordered for a