I love hotels for their solitude and comfort, but I believe a seedy one can have as much promise as a plush one.
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The very best hotel I've stayed in is the Intercontinental on Park Lane. We went there for the Chelsea Flower Show a few years ago, and it was sheer luxury. Everybody had a smile on their face. I came home and changed all my pillows because the hotel ones were so beautiful.
I like unique little boutique hotels, such as Blakes in London.
The great advantage of a hotel is that it is a refuge from home life.
I always like my trailer or hotel room to have fresh flowers or pillows I find at a local flea market - anything to personalize the environment.
I'm a hotel baby, absolutely: it's hard to think of a hotel I haven't stayed in.
Truthfully, I despise hotels. I've had such better experiences staying at people's houses and guesthouses; it's so much more comfortable and homey.
I don't like the idea that one hotel could be better than another. In any city, I try to find a hotel that has the identity of that place - Claridge's in London, the Danieli or Cipriani in Venice. In New York, I stay at the Mercer Hotel; it is so much in the character of SoHo.
When you get into a hotel room, you lock the door, and you know there is a secrecy, there is a luxury, there is fantasy. There is comfort. There is reassurance.
There have been plenty of very bare hotels with couples humping next door. I don't stay in very grand hotels.
The strange thing about hotel rooms is that they look familiar and seem familiar and have many of the accoutrements that seem domestic and familiar, but they are really weird, alien and anonymous places.
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