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Hôtel de la Marine Paris + Brigitte Macron

The Remix Has Arrived

It’s the first time since the Revolution that the building has been open to the bourgeoisie. Hôtel de la Marine is one of two matching blocks embracing immaculate symmetry like battalions on parade. These twin palaces form the northern side of the great set piece that is Place de la Concorde. Behind those golden walls, Première Dame d’Honneur Brigitte Macron has carefully provided curatorial inspiration for a couture interior. There was plenty of raw material to choose from – this used to be the Garde-Meuble de la Couronne (Crown Furniture Storage). The building was designed by Louis XV’s architect Ange-Jacques Gabriel and completed by 1774. Its restoration and decoration has cost a cool €135 million – a collaboration of State and commerce. Jamaica born Architectural Association trained Paris based architect Hugh Dutton’s pyramidal glazed roof over the Cour de l’Intendant transforming that space from a courtyard to an atrium is the only significant contemporary intervention.

Visitors enter the first floor museum through an arch in the arcade lining Place de la Concorde into Cour d’Honneur and onwards through a vestibule into Cour de l’Intendant. The former courtyard is still open to the cottony clouded sky and all four storeys plus dormered attic are fully visible: the attic floor of the street fronts is concealed by tympani filled pediments flanking balustrades over a cornice. There are two distinct parts to this museum: the vast public rooms overlooking Place de a Concorde to the south and the private office and double apartment of the Intendant of the Garde-Meuble which occupy the righthand three bay pedimented projection of the south front and most of the east front overlooking Rue St Florentin.

The interior of the office and double apartment is a tale of two citizens. Chief Architect of Historic Monuments Christophe Bontineau led the restoration with an innovative approach of drawing on the differing tastes of the last two Intendants of the Garde-Meuble, the decadent Pierre-Élisabeth de Fontanieu and the religious Marc Antoine Thierry de Ville d’Avray. Decorators Joseph Achkar and Michel Charrière got to work under the discreet and watchful eye of Brigitte Macron. Restoration included peeling back up to 18 layers of paint to uncover original colourways. Jean-Henri Riesener masterpieces were returned from the Louvre and Versailles. Madame Thierry de Ville d’Avray’s Polonaise bed and matching dog bed were spruced up. Monsieur de Fontanieu’s bath with hot running water supplied by an overhead tank hidden above the ceiling was reinstated.

The Marine (Ministry for Naval Affairs) took over the building in 1789 and occupied it for the next 226 years. In 1798 the Garde-Meuble was abolished. The Salon d’Honneur and the Salon des Amiraux were carved – all that multicoloured marquetry – out of the Galerie des Meubles in the 1840s to the design of Naval architect Xavier Lefèvre. Thus the south front was reinvented as a suite of Versailles standard state rooms for naval occasions. Running parallel with this suite are the interconnecting Galeries des Ponts de Geurre and Doreé naturally lit by windows onto Cour d’Honneur.

After the golden extravagance of the state rooms, salons extraordinaire blurring into one magnificence, an enfilade of mirrored dreams, there’s a refreshingly plain anteroom off the Office of the Chief of Staff which leads onto the balcony overlooking Place de la Concorde. The reductivist simplicity of the anteroom’s chimneypiece is 19th century neoclassicism at its sleekest. Intersecting lines, receding and projecting, manipulating light and shadow. A clarion call of the beginning of modernism heralding a new era yet to come. The balcony – oh là là! All 11 bays of it between double height Corinthian columns framing views of the Obelisk of Luxor, the Eiffel Tower, Le Petit Palais and the Jardine des Tuileries. Hôtel de la Marine Paris and its balcony: the rich relative of Buckingham Palace London.

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Rue St Honoré Paris +

A Street Named Desire

Material cravings (if Isabel Marant and Alexander McQueen are your bag) and spiritual needs (if Polish incense is your style) are catered for along this two kilometre stretch of glory through the 1st and 8th Arrondissements. Rue St Honoré even has its own Pantheon. The 1670s circular worship space set in a square block which forms Église Notre Dame de l’Assomption, better known as Paroisse Polonaise (the Polish Church), was inspired by the Ancient Rome masterpiece. Designed by Charles Errard, a six columned Corinthian portico leads into the 24 metre diameter rotunda. A fresco by Charles de la Fosse representing the Assumption of the Virgin fills a roundel in the centre of the 65 square metre coffered dome. The only source of natural light is from eight clerestory windows.

The allure of turning right off Rue St Honoré towards the Seine onto Rue du Rivoli eventually proves impossible to ignore. Destination Hôtel Le Meurice. Chablis Cru les Vaillons Albert Buchot 2021 on ice awaits. Musing on the material versus spiritual or perhaps material versus cultural, mid last century Debo Duchess of Devonshire took her daughter to Paris for “some improvement”. As recounted in a letter by Debo’s Paris residing sister, the novelist Nancy Mitford, the ladies got as far as Notre Dame when Her Grace announced, “Now darling, you’ve seen the outside so you can imagine the inside. Let’s go to Dior.”

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Hôtel Le Bristol Paris + Café Antonia

La Façon Dont Nous Vivons Maintenant

There aren’t very many good architecture critics and there aren’t very many good restaurant critics and there certainly aren’t very many critics who know their onion domes as well as their onions. Jonathan Meades is one. Café Antonia in Hôtel Le Bristol is too new to have been included in his lively 2002 Restaurant Guide but, to give you a flavour, he critiques three of our all time Parisian favourites. Way back in 2008 we hit one of the French Capital’s most vertigo inducing restaurants: Le Jules Verne, Eiffel Tower, which he awarded 7 sur 10. “The immediate views of this vertical Forth Bridge are captivating. And even were the restaurant situated at street level, it would still be worth patronising. The cooking is precise, considered, mostly balanced. Haughtily offhand service.” Le Jules Verne was where we first tasted the delights of the vineyard of St Véran which would become our tipple of choice at the Oxford and Cambridge Club London.

A few years later, Parisienne socialite Maud Rabanne introduced us to her regular and we haven’t stopped revisiting it since: Le Meurice, Rue de Rivoli, 8 sur 10. “The hotel is a Versailles for the bourgeoise. The building is so large, so labyrinthine, and there is just so much of everything – marble, glass, mirror, gold – that cornucopia soon becomes the norm. The dining room is staffed by several armies of tailed waiters and equipped with no end of trolleys and incendiary devices. The cooking excels when it tends toward the down-home – rather incongruous in such a setting – but disappoints when going in for conventional grand hotel stuff. There’s one problem: the pianist. Shoot?”

Memorably, the day after Notre Dame went up in smoke, we lunched in L’Orangerie, one of three restaurants in the Four Seasons George V, Avenue George V, 10 sur 10. “The George V should really be called the Louis after Louis the decorator. Containerloads of tapestries, gilded console tables, marble busts, rococo mirrors and so on have been brought from Rue St Honoré. The place is bursting with everything save self restraint. It does without saying that the restaurant does swell lines in pomp and neo directoire pediments. Two sorts of salt, two sorts of butter, absolutely no chance of pouring your own wine. The cooking is sumptuous, magnificent, not least because it quite lacks the chichi that mars much hotel cooking. Wines: predictably big names at predictably big prices.”

And that brings us on rather nicely to a big name of the landscaping world. They don’t come much bigger than the Italian born Pimlico office based Lady Arabella Lennox-Boyd. She hasn’t looked back since studying landscape architecture at Thames Polytechnic. In 2018, the then 82 year old was commissioned to redesign Le Bristol’s courtyard garden. “I wanted to get away from the usual hotel good taste with the ubiquitous formal white and green theme.” Instead, she introduced a pastoral idea combining topiary with loose plantings and flowing grasses. “A countryside feeling in the city.” She also wanted “a sense of mystery so that the garden cannot be seen in its entirety from any one point”.

While the façade of Le Bristol is a serious urban presence in stone, the inner facing elevations are light creamy stucco. What would have been a blank party wall in the courtyard garden has been given the green treatment. Forget a mere green wall. This is more like a two storey green mountain of layered planting towering behind first floor level pyramidal topiary set perpendicular to the courtyard garden.

“It was quite unconventional for a Roman girl whose role it was to get married and produce children and maybe have a job as a lawyer. Instead of which I’m in gardens doing manual work and dealing with soil. I have a feel for plants; I have a connection. I sometimes put myself in their shoes: if I was them what would I want?” She smiles, “You’re never too old!”

The landscape designer selected flora native to the greater Paris region or France more broadly, including European beech and hornbeam, Gladwin iris and hart’s tongue fern. “I included plants that provide shelter and nectar in all seasons. This garden is colonised by nature.” Rectangular black slate fountains add to this sensory driven garden. “Designing a garden is like painting with plants but there is so much more to consider. I am proud to have created a space where things are planted according to their natural habitat.” Her little black book includes King Philippe and Queen Mathilde of Belgium, the Duke and Duchess of Westminster, and of course the Oetker family who own Le Bristol.

Lady Arabella’s great chum Countess Bergit Douglas, a relative of the Oetkers, masterminded the Louis XVI interior design of the three Haussmannesque buildings that make up Le Bristol. The hotel has never looked better since Hippolyte Jammet (great name!) opened it in 1923. He must have been something of an Anglophile, naming his hotel after Frederick Hervey, 4th Earl of Bristol, an 18th century connoisseur of luxury travel. The socialite Lady Victoria Hervey is a descendant although the family have long since lost their seat of Ickworth in Suffolk. The dazzling and dazzlingly talented Josephine Baker and her pet cheetah frequented Le Bristol throughout the Roaring Twenties. After a postwar spell as the American Embassy, the hotel was bought by German businessman Rudolf Oetker in 1978. Then in 2014, our Knightsbridge London hangout The Lanesborough became part of The Oetker Collection. Little wonder Le Bristol feels like a home from home.

C’est le déjeuner sur l’herbe encore une fois. That ultimate Parisienne (if not born one soon became one) is the muse of Café Antonia in Le Bristol. Yes, Marie Antoinette. Her mother’s pet name for her was Antonia. Françoise Ravelle revels in Marie Antoinette Queen of Style and Taste (2017), “She singled out creators who had the knack of lifting their art to the height of perfection, and she became closely involved in the design of her dresses, her furniture and her gardens. In the small kingdom of Marie Antoinette her ministers were her couturiers, cabinetmakers, bronze works and painters.” The 18th century Royals’ painter François-Hubert Drouais’ portrait of Marie Antoinette, part of the private collection of Le Bristol, presides over Café Antonia. Her Majesty was passionate about the arts and loved attending the Opéra de Paris where she could escape the Court’s strict etiquette. Café Antonia reflects this sophisticated yet informal outlook, flowing from an expansive drawing room through French doors into the courtyard garden.

Françoise Ravelle reveals, “Perhaps Marie Antoinette’s personal touch is her association with a forever bygone epoch, described by her artist friend Élisabeth Vigée Le Brun, ‘Women reigned at the time – the Revolution dethroned them.’” Females are taking central roles at Le Bristol, from the garden creator to the garniture stylist to the beau monde guests. True to form, there are plenty of Catherine Deneuve and Kristin Scott Thomas doppelgangers holding court in Café Antonia making elegance an art form. And some gentlemen of class as well. “De riens, messieurs,” waves our waiter. Lunch is all about crème d’asperges vertes, avocat; oeuf poché sur toast et saumon fumé; and patisserie du jour (chocolat, beaucoup de chocolat!).

Bob Middleton arrives and whisks us off on a whistlestop tour of the hotel. “I am the Manager of 114 which is one of three food offers in Hôtel Le Bristol excluding the banqueting and the room service. The name comes from its address: 114 Rue du Faubourg St-Honoré. We opened in 2009 and the restaurant has one Michelin star since 2013. There is also the three Michelin star restaurant Epicure overlooking the courtyard garden. Vincent Schmit is our Head Chef in 114 and he is assisted by 25 people who work in the kitchen. Then we have 30 people who work in the restaurant itself. We have a great place, we have a great team, we have great customers, what more can I say?” Vincent Schmit waves up from the lower level kitchen. “Bonne journée!”

And how would Jonathan Meades mark Café Antonia? Bien sûr 10 sur 10.

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Hôtel Le Temple de Jeanne Paris et Les Mecs

Et Puis le Printemps Est Arrivé

Paris is the friendliest city ever. It does help if you’re beautiful photographing well from every angle and speak a little French.  Who said the medieval era was all about torture? Named after Queen Jeanne de Bourbon wife of Charles V, Hôtel Le Temple de Jeanne proves it wasn’t all bad. We’re doing Paris! But first there’s a quadruple upgrade to the quarter hectare bedroom (in relative Parisian terms) to be had.

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Zoop Retro + Free the Gallery + Haynes Lane Crystal Palace London

Great Exhibitions

Crystal Palace has always had edge. Last century it was a favoured hideout of pirate radios thanks to being one of the highest places in London. MSM radio comes from the Eiffel Tower lookalike transmitting station that pierces the sky. These days it’s The Triangle below the mast (time to rebrand it TriBeMa?) that’s getting all the attention. The revival of this angular patch on a plateau radiating off Church Road, Westow Hill and Westow Street has avoided the slips of gentrification and gone straight to urban authentic.

Brimming with life, flowing with ambience, frothing over on fun are its 48 restaurants, 37 wellness shops, 11 antique stores, 10 clothes shops, 10 pubs, nine giftshops, eight gyms, seven interiors shops, six charity shops, six convenience stores, three beer and wine shops, three flower shops and two pet shops. Most of the pubs are fine examples of Forget Temperance Victorian architecture.

An exciting vertical and rear extension has transformed Westow House, a pub overlooking Crystal Palace Park with an uninterrupted view of the transmitter. Two extra storeys and a substantial return wing designed by Daria Wong Architects contain function space and 23 bedrooms attached to the pub downstairs. This reinstates the building to its original four storey height and proportions pre World War II bomb damage. Haddonstone replicated historic stone details using 3D scanning technology.

In contrast to Westow House, Haynes Lane is one of Crystal Palace’s hidden gems. Tucked behind Sainsbury’s off Westow Street, it’s lined on one side by a pretty Victorian terrace stepping down the hill. On the other side, brick warehouses wedged into the hill around a courtyard are now a lively vintage market. Free the Gallery occupies the upper level: it’s a pop up space. Zoop Retro has taken it over along with an exhibition by artist Nick Slim.

Peter Raistrick, owner of Zoop Retro, relates, “I’d just arrived in London from Middlesbrough in 1990 to study for a graphic design degree at the London College of Communication and I found a discarded Levi’s denim jacket that looked unusual so I tried to repatriate it and nobody in the immediate area wanted it. So I went to a specialist retailer on Kensington High Street and they gave me £60 for it. That spurred my interest in dealing in vintage clothing. I opened my shop in Crystal Palace three and a half years ago. One rail turned into two turned into three. I have 12 rails in this pop up. I also have my permanent shop downstairs.”

“Nineties Levi’s jackets still sell well,” he notes. “As do Adidas Originals not to be confused with newer variants. Denim is always popular. Zoop Retro is about going back in time to Nineties club culture. I also sell quirky stuff like South Korean graphic prints.” Haynes Lane is quite the social hub and no time more so than on a sunny Saturday afternoon.

Nick arrives over from his studio on Westow Hill. He shares, “I create distinctive multilayered paintings, collages and prints. My photographic and digital artworks are reflective of my interests in pop culture and vintage erotica, as well as my often provocative sense of humour. My artworks are playful and dark at the same time, inviting the viewer to ‘peel off’ the layers and reveal their hidden message. My attention to detail highlights the finesse of methods and technique be it digital or painting. Drawing on my training as a fine artist, I break the rules in order to create a symbiosis of mixed genres and media resulting in my trademark slick punchy use of colour, form and satirical narrative.”

Nick won the Reece Martin Prize for Painting at Camberwell College of Arts and went on to study Fine Art at Sheffield Hallam University in the Nineties where he embraced the city’s rave subculture. He was appointed Art Director for Transcentral Rave Parties. Slim trailblazed responding artistically to the new dance music scene using screening, video projection, 16 millimetre film and 35 millimetre slide shows. He has exhibited his work with the lingerie brand Coco de Mer and his work is for sale in The Paxton Centre on Annerley Hill to the east of The Triangle.

Singer musician storyteller Violetta Vibration rocks up to Free the Gallery. “On a quantum level all matter is vibration so nothing is really real,” she considers. “Your thoughts are vibration and if you think you want to do something and go an get an onion and chop it into soup you’re creating soup. You’re basically creating your reality with your thoughts. If you think everything’s going to be awful and nobody likes you and that there’s something wrong with you you’ll probably meet people who reaffirm that belieft. So you have to think that you’re great and amazing and love who you are to attract people that are on that frequency. I’m supposed to be meeting you today!” Later, Violetta will put her amazing vocal range and songwriting talent to very good use. It’s not over till the fab lady sings.

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Plateau Restaurant Canary Wharf London +

Haute Cuisine

Luxury brands Aston Martin, Baccarat, Bentley, Clive Christian, Dunhill and Lalique have all held launches here. So we’re in good company. If it’s the chauffeur’s day off and you’re feeling like more than one tipple, Canary Wharf is well served by public transport (ignore Wallis Simpson’s diktat that anyone seen on public transport over the age of 30 is a social failure – she didn’t have to cope with the Capital’s standstill traffic). The fastest way to arrive at Plateau restaurant is by Docklands Light Railway from Bank Tube Station. Just a 15 minute journey; the best seats are in the front carriage with wraparound views thanks to fully automated driverless trains.

When staying at The Savoy, hop on the river bus which only takes eight minutes longer. You can take in all the riveting sites of the Thames along the way, sailing past London Bridge, St Katherine’s Dock and Surrey Quays. Upon arrival at Canary Wharf it’s a two minute walk past sharp edged architecture and sharp suited financiers to Canada Square. A dedicated lift (just like Le Jules Vernes restaurant in the Eiffel Tower) scoops you up a few levels to Plateau.

A dedicated lift isn’t the only thing the two restaurants have in common. Allan Pickett, Head Chef of Plateau, prepares modern French food albeit with a twist of British ingredients and European influences. Both restaurants have retro scifi interiors. Although Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea they ain’t: high rise views are what they enjoy (despite Plateau only being on the fourth floor it is the penthouse level of a block adjoining One Canada Square, the most iconic tower of Canary Wharf). Mammon’s metallic monoliths are cloaked in nature’s golden lighting as the sun sets.

The layout of Plateau optimises its panoramic setting. A long symmetrical sequence of spaces has continuous glass frontage on one side as well as overhead glazing. Taking prime position in the centre is the restaurant itself alongside a bar and brasserie. These are balanced on either side by tented terraces ideal for a post dinner cigar.

Going strong since 2003, Plateau continues to set a very high standard which makes competitors pale in comparison. Conran and Partners’ interior embraces modernity but with more than a hint of mid 20th century nostalgia. Eero Saarinen’s white tulip chairs could be straight off the Barbarella filmset and the cutlery is made to a 1957 design by David Mellor. Plateau is the place to be seen – and to see; a bit like an upmarket Rick’s Café in Casablanca.

Achille Castiglioni’s Arco lamp of 1952 placed at regular intervals provides flattering lighting as the sun disappears. The inspiration behind Conran’s muted colour scheme was the olive tree. Gentle tones of green, grey and brown create an oasis of calm away from the frenetic cityscape below. A shock of fuchsia contrasts with the marble tabletops. As darkness falls, the angular architecture outside is illuminated by blue neon lights. The atmosphere changes from subdued to electric.

Staff are attentive and very well informed without being intrusive. The Sommelier assures us that harmony with food and wine is his chief goal. He achieves it, seemingly effortlessly. Attention to detail is evident in the tablescape from rolled butter in silver foil to fishbone volutes. It’s good to see fresh towels in the loo rather than ghastly airport type hand dryers.

And then the food. Declining the foie gras amuse bouche, a delicious garden salad arrives instead. Each course is a highlight in itself. The food looks as good as it tastes. Scallops fitted snugly in a bowl have a freshness as if plucked from the Scottish seas that instant. Holy mackerel! The crab is divine. Accompanied by a shell razor clam, this is edible art and that’s before the pudding with its intricate design arrives. Or rather puddings for there are three to get through on the Gourmand Menu. Allan and his team excel from amuse bouche to petit fours, from mellifluousness to adventure. The restaurant at Plateau is haute cuisine at its best. The height of its location is matched by hight levels of service, food and wine. We’re here to serve platitude for Plateau puts the right sort of attitude into latitude.

That was fine dining, 2011. Plateau, once one of D and D Group’s most prominent establishments, closed in 2023. Allan Pickett left to become part of the opening team of The Standard Hotel and has held several high profile roles since then. There are plenty of other D and D restaurants still on the go from Bluebird Chelsea on King’s Road to German Gymnasium in King’s Cross. In 2024, the unit formerly occupied by Plateau is now Wahaca, a Mexican eatery. The floor below is part of the upmarket Japanese chain Roka. Reminiscing, what all was on that now historic Gourmand Menu? A lot!

Rosemary and tomato breads; Laurent-Perrier Champagne. Roast beetroot salad, creamed goat’s cheese, pea shoots; 2007 Chardonnay Gran Reserve, Nostros, Casablanca Valley, Chile. Gazpacho, cucumber and basil oil; 2009 Sauvignon Blanc, Mantel Blanco, Ruedo, Spain. Nage of Scottish sea scallops, vermouth velouté, soft herbs; 2008 Sancerre La Vigne Blanche, Henri Bourgeois, Loire Valley, France. South Devon crab ravioli, vine tomatoes, crab vinaigrette. Sauvignon Blanc, Domaine Ribante, Vins de Pays d’Oc, France. Seared fillet of seabream, aubergine caviar, slow cooked onions and peppers; Muscat de Riversaltes, Languedoc-Roussillon, France. Set bourbon vanilla cream, macerated strawberries, basil essence; Castelnau de Suduiraut, Suaternes, France. Warm bitter chocolate tart, kalamansi sorbet, Oreo cookie crumb; Cape Muscadel, de Wetshof Estate, Robertston, South Africa. Crème brûlée, elderflower sorbet, dehydrated raspberries. Macaroons, meringues, cookies, jellies.

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Mary Martin London + Janice Blakley + The Green Dress

Destiny Hall

Landed circles. Every day is extraordinary. Every moment is an haute couture one.

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Elizabeth Cope + Shankill Castle Paulstown Kilkenny

Period Drama

Easter 2014. There are whistlestop tours and there’s a 30 minute stopover before racing to Terminal 2 Dublin Airport before the departure gates close on the last flight out to London Gatwick. Just half an hour to check out a centuries old castle complete with famous gates, a gatelodge, even more famous stables, cottages, a walled garden, an orchard, church ruins and a graveyard. Oh, and did we mention squeeze in a coffee in the kitchen with the owners (an artist and an historian), their film director son and dogs? Welcome to Shankill Castle, a 45 minute drive from the airport. That is, if the heel is very firmly to the steel up the M9.

The house (it’s really a castellated house rather than fort) is full of surprises. A playful 1820s Gothic exterior courtesy of local architect William Robertson gives way to a wintry panelled entrance hall. “The 17th century chimneypiece without a mantelpiece is of an unusual design,” points out Elizabeth Cope, the bold and brilliant artist in permanent residence. “There’s a similar chimneypiece in The National Trust house Dyrham Park just outside Bristol. This one’s of Kilkenny marble. Did you now Kilkenny marble is actually polished limestone? Look at how tall and slim the Queen Anne doorcases are. They’re so elegant.” The hall, like all the rooms, is a wonderfully eclectic mix of period details, antiques and of course Elizabeth’s vibrant paintings, bursting with life – and in some cases, death. In the middle of the hall is a traditional drum rent table with several dummy drawers for security and symmetry.

Beyond the entrance hall lies the dining room with its great boxy bay overlooking the geometrically shaped lake at the back of the house. Dozens of wine glasses are laid out on the dining table. “It’s our son Reuben’s 30th birthday on Friday. The theme is The Great Gatsby. You must come! I love throwing parties. I love throwing parties. I always think no one will come and then at the last minute everyone turns up. This house is made for parties. There’ll be dancing through the night.” The drawing room is a gloriously summery space with wide windows opening onto the driveway and side garden reflected in four metre tall mirrors. Faded Edwardian wallpaper is the perfect backdrop to several of Elizabeth’s life size nudes. They’re as colourful and vivacious as the artist herself. “I’d love to paint you!” she exclaims.

Through the former billiard room and ante room, now an interconnecting study and art store, to the bow ended staircase hall. “Look at the walls,” directs Elizabeth. “They were lined with Sienna marble in 1894.” We descend the precariously angled stairs to the basement. “Keep to the left!” Along a veritable rabbit warren of domestic quarters: boot room, gun room, lamp room, scullery, wineless wine cellar – “We’ve drunk all the wine and need to quickly restock!” – past a row of numbered servants’ bells we eventually arrive in the kitchen, once the servants’ hall. “Different rooms have been used as a kitchen down the years,” explains Elizabeth. “Owners tended to move the kitchen in tandem with wherever they used as a dining room.” Flagstone floors are gently worn by the passage of time. Coffee is served.

The tour continues outside. “The nine sided sundial next to the lake is 36 minutes behind London time. My husband Geoffrey says more like 36 years behind London!” Elizabeth sighs wistfully, “London is the only place. We’ve sold our house in Kennington but I still exhibit in London. I recently had a show at Chris Dyson’s gallery in Spitalfields. Tracey Emin came. She wanted to buy the sofa in the gallery. I should’ve partied more in London when I was younger. What a waste!” she laughs. The Copes bought Shankill Castle in 1991. “It was if the house was destined to be our home. We know the previous owners, the Toler-Aylwards. In fact they’re our daughter Phoebe’s godparents. Phoebe lives in Scotland – she’s an artist too.”

Time is pressing; we’ve broke into a run. Elizabeth cuts quite a dash. “Come quick and see the stables. They’re by Daniel Robertson as are the gates.” She strikes a pose. Even though Elizabeth has a studio in a stone outbuilding which would be the envy of any artist, she relates, “I paint everywhere: in the garden, on the bus, you name it. I paint through the chaos of everyday life. If I was to wait for a quiet moment I’d never paint. I believe painting should be like dancing. The real work of art is not so much the canvas when the paint is dry. Rather, it’s the physical rhythm of the process of painting it.”

Beautifully restored estate cottages and the east wing of the castle are available to let. “The things you do to keep a place like this going,” she says as we leap through the ruins of the church to the side of the front lawn. “Shan-kill” is derived from the Irish for old church. “We throw a ScareFest every Halloween when I dress up and lie in a coffin to spook visitors. What people don’t know is it’s my real coffin. I was ill a couple of years ago so I thought I better get fitted out for one just in case.” A full calendar at the castle includes the Midsummer Fair, Murder Mystery, Drawing Marathon, Wand and Quill Making Workshop, artist residencies and a new music festival Light Colour Sound. But now, it’s time for us to go – to drive by the haha and the trees planted in the 1820s to frame the view of Blackrock Mountain, leaving behind Shankill Castle, truly a world of its own.

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The Red Setter Pub + Restaurant Clapham Junction London

Get Set Go

It’s a red letter day for Northcote Road, southwest London’s most thriving neighbourhood. Urban Pubs and Bars have opened their latest venue, The Red Setter, on this dynamic stretch. Andre Johnstone, Sales and Marketing Director, explains, “We have 42 pubs and bars and several restaurants across London. We call ourselves the biggest independent pub company in London because: one, we’re not tied to a big brewery and, two, we think entrepreneurially. We empower every manager to run the business like its their own.”

Media is swamped with stories of pubs and restaurants closing but Andre shares, “We love London and we think we have a magic formula. We’ve been lucky to find really good places, bring fine design to the local area, and install managers and staff who really care.” A striking façade has been created using high quality materials of brass, polished timber and red wall tiles. “The exterior of a pub is the shopfront, a selling point, and if you can make it beautiful it definitely sets the tone.”

Andre believes, “There are some good pubs around the Northcote Road area but I think what’s missing and what we’ve tried to do here is create more than just a traditional drinking pub. We’re serving lovely brunches, Sunday roasts, interesting cocktails, a wide beer range and providing a great dog friendly place to come and meet your friends.” The group has ongoing expansion plans for 10 to 15 sites across London for the next two to three years.

Local businesspeople are invited to the launch evening of The Red Setter as well as press. And three red setters turn up. Canapés include sun blushed tomato, goat’s cheese vol-au-vent and native lobster roll, avocado cream, iceberg lettuce. Small plates range from babaganoush on Lebanese flatbread to chilli salt and pepper squid. Love Bite pisco, Aperol, chilli syrup, bitters and Kiss the Boys Goodbye Hennessy, sloe gin, sugar, bitters are two of the six Signature Cocktails. The Sunday roasts board announces a vegetarian option of Wiltshire beetroot, pinenut and spinach wellington. There’s something for everyone at The Red Setter.

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Ven House + Garden Milborne Port Somerset

Zen and Now

Reflecting on his tenure, the designer Jasper Conran describes it as “a spine chillingly real Baroque country house with a massive double height hallway and, in the front, an enfilade of rooms”. He’d bought Ven House in 2007 for £8 million from the decorators Thomas Kyle and Jerome Murray. Jasper sold the house eight years later, making a £2 million profit, to architect Mike Fisher and businessman Charles Lord Allen of Kensington. It has continually been placed in safe hands for several decades now. The 1990s maximalism has given way to classic interiors with contemporary Diarmuid Kelley portraits in place of ancestral paintings. Every en suite bathroom has been fitted out by Drummonds.

It’s as if Buckingham House (the brick nucleus of said Palace) has been transplanted into the rolling Somerset countryside. The postcard pretty town of Sherborne is a 15 minute Rolls Royce drive away. Despite its magnificence, Ven House was likely designed by the relatively low profile West Country based architect Nathaniel Ireson in the early 1700s. The educated household name of Decimus Burton was responsible for internal alterations and the glorious orangery linked to the main block by a glazed gallery.

The tranquil gardens are as fine as the house and form a series of interconnected yet standalone works of horticultural art. Over afternoon tea in the stables, Mike mentions that he has commissioned the garden designer Iain MacDonald to refashion the west courtyard. He enjoys showing people round the property: “Houses like Ven need to be used and should be part of the community. Ven has been an important part of village life for three centuries and we want to maintain that.”

Ven House – inside, outside and all around – has entered its golden era.

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The Standard Hotel King’s Cross London + Decimo Restaurant

Post Vernal Equinox

After the elevating experience of Messiah in the Royal Albert Hall we’re off again to The Standard, a short cab ride away in King’s Cross. Fusion food or at least that of twinned origin is the whole rage right now. Japanese Peruvian is still going strong at Nobu Park Lane. Mexican Japanese at Azteca Öme has just opened on Battersea Rise. And then there’s Spanish Mexican at Decimo reflecting the Michelin starred Bristolian Chef Peter Sanchez-Iglesias’s family heritage. “Decimo” is Spanish for 10th. We’re back in the red bubble lift to the 10th (of course) floor.

We have friends in high places: all the staff greet us like long lost relatives thanks to a rather lively party in the hotel on the Monday of the same week. “More Veuve Cliquot?” You mightn’t have to be a model to work here but it certainly helps. The best table in the house, the southwest windowed corner, is even better this evening thanks to a golden sun setting over the rooftops below. The cacti and beading of the Andalusian meets Pacific Coastal interior is all aglow.

How can such simple ingredients taste so good? The clarity of the evolving tablescape just emphasises the perfection of the food: smoky marinated red peppers on a marble block; spicy monkfish and pimentón on a wooden board covered with parchment paper. There is bread and oil and there is Decimo bread and oil. Same goes for the fried potations and alioli. Pear with Foursquare spiced rum (Trés Leché) deserves a Michelin star in its own right. This restaurant is next level.

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Design Museum London + Enzo Mari

An Exhibition Curated by Hans Ulrich Obrist with Francesca Giacomelli

Fashion: Alexander McQueen. Art: Ai Weiwei. Design: Enzo Mari. The Design Museum does it all. CEO Tim Marlowe opens the press launch celebrating the work of the late Italian designer: “Enzo Mari is an absolutely major figure in 20th and 21st century design. He’s one of the giants of the design world and yet in this country, present company excepted, he’s nowhere near as well known as he should be. This is the first solo show of any note dedicated to Enzo Mari. It’s about time it happened. There are over 300 objects in the exhibition. My own reductive view is I feel it’s like walking into the mind of a great creative thinker. That’s my initial response to it. This is a show that’s been an extraordinary collaboration … beginning at the Milan Triennale. But now at the Design Museum it’s the essence of that show. Mari’s whole view I think of the world of design was that design should be in service to society rather than in service to design per se. This is a great thing to remind ourselves in a world of mass production. It’s essential for us that we do these shows and we start to bring to a broader audience not just the designers that aren’t well enough known but also the ideas they embody. Mari is one of the great originals in the history of design as well as design itself.”

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The Standard Hotel King’s Cross London + More Weddings

In Love

Romance starts across the road with artist Tracey Emin’s giant pink LED love letters “I want my time with you” over the Eurostar arrivals in St Pancras Station.

It’s London’s most exclusive inclusive wedding venue. The penthouse level of The Standard Hotel. Decimo restaurant is the perfect setting for holding your licenced ceremony (up to 60 guests) and wedding breakfast (up to 140 guests) before heading across the 10th floor hallway for Champagne in Sweeties bar (up to 400 guests). Those views! Even from the loos! Far below, people scurry about like tiny stick figures in a Laurence Lowry painting, each one the main character of their own story. In the wee small hours you can crawl into a Cosy Core or sashay into a Suite Spot to retire and more.

The in-laws won’t fail to be impressed by indie design stationery from With Bells On. Award winning event planning company Whole Lota Love will make sure the only hitch you’ll have will be getting hitched. My Lady Garden, empowerment through floristry, will transform the restaurant into a horticultural wonderland. Francesca Strange from east London bakery The Proof will make your cake, whether white or rainbow, sponge of chocolate. Shag (named after the carpet, not something else) is their signature style. As for your bridesmaids, Rewritten will dream up contemporary boho dresses for any shape or size of gal. Canapés upon arrival are a must. Baby artichoke, tostada, rose harissa, basil; pea and leek with hollandaise sauce; and spiced fishcake with XO sauce signpost the quality of Michelin starred Chef Peter Sanchez-Iglesias’ handiwork.

Cool party hot crowd. Or is it hot party cool crowd? Either way, The Standard’s resident DJs will provide the soundtrack from remixes of Tyla’s Water to mashups of Lola Marsh.

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Four Seasons Hotel Park Lane London + Pavyllon Restaurant Afternoon Tea

A Why for an Eye

“Time, the great surprise. The tribulations of disguise,” cries musician, fashionista and philanthropist Daphne Guinness. In contrast to the Japanese Peruvian fusion of its neighbour Nobu, Pavyllon restaurant in the Four Seasons is all about Anglo French old school glamour. Park Lane is the second most valuable address in the London edition of the board game Monopoly, only beaten by the adjacent Mayfair. Inn on the Park London which would later be renamed Four Seasons opened in 1970. It was the group’s first European hotel, having started in Toronto nine years earlier. The architect was the Austrian born American Michael Rosenauer who had offices in London and New York.

The 11 storey 193 bedroom hotel has been materially and metaphorically elevated into the 21st century by the crack team of Reardon Smith (structural rebuild), Eric Parry (rooftop spa and Presidential Suite extension), Pierre-Yves Rochon (public areas interiors), Tara Bernerd (guest rooms and suites interiors) and Chahan Minassian (Pavyllon restaurant and Bar Antoine interiors). The first stuffed morels with duxelles sweetbread were still warm when Chef Yannick Alléno scooped up a Michelin star for Pavyllon (and his own 17th), the launch of the British expression of his trademark French cooking. Daphne Guinness: “You can blow out the candle in this chimera of time to end the beginning transcending a new paradigm.”

The design of Pavyllon and the adjoining Bar Antoine are all about blocks and stripes of calming colours to generate a Parisian apartment meets London club ambience. And a touch of Manhattan sophistication: Park Avenue reborn as Park Lane. Murano chandeliers comprising interlocking Cs designed by Chahan illuminate marble and lacquered panelling to establish a sense of understated luxury. New York artist Peter Lane’s pair of ceramic stoneware sculptures in a verdigris glaze pay homage to Michael Rosenauer’s penchant for incorporating artworks into his designs. At his Grade II* Listed Time and Life Building on Bruton Street, Mayfair, completed in 1954, the architect inserted an open base relief by Henry Moore on the second floor elevation.

Born in 1961 in Lebanon, Chahan’s family moved to France when he was 15. After a stint as European Creative Director for Ralph Lauren, he launched Chahan Interior Design in 1993. “Monochromes and textures mark a lot of my interiors,” he discloses. He always has more than 20 projects on the go, involving four to eight international flights a week. “Those days get intense between site visits, overlooking floorplans and designs, planning schedules and designing along the way. No lunch breaks. I read my 350 to 450 emails on my phone and manage to coordinate answers between my team and suppliers. I dine around 10am and sleep at 2am after catching up on work reports.”

Afternoon tea in Chanan’s relaxation inducing environment might cost an arm and a leg but life is for living. A breeze of staff in sandstone hued uniforms serve pistachio then sunflower seed nibbles. The well trodden afternoon tea sequence has variations on the theme. It’s all about differentiation in London five stars, whether The Goring’s Pink Panther with its bottomless curried cauliflower sandwiches or Sanderson’s Mad Hatter’s and its cuckoo cakes. Three finger sandwiches are oak smoked salmon sandwich with shiso butter and teriyaki sauce; Hafod cheddar sandwich with tomato condiment and spring onion; and devilled egg with watercress and mayo. Petite cubic scones come with raspberry compote, orange marmalade and vanilla cream.

Pastries are apple coriander tartlet (green apple ganache, pickles, black lemon); Jaffa cake (orange, caramel); marble cake (vanilla, chocolate, gianduja); mini baba (cachaça, mint, lemon); pavlova (sugar free meringue, fruit); and vanilla caramel cookie (almond praline, hazelnut). Moonlight Yunnan white tea proves to be the perfect accompaniment to the savouries and sweets. What better way to spend a Saturday afternoon in early spring? Daphne Guinness would approve: “Life is a dance and time is the key from the dawn of creation to the twilight of humanity.”

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Christ Church Cathedral Crypt Dublin + Crotchet Cross

Lacrimosa Sola

All the globe is dead to us.

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Mary Martin London + Anglo Irish Art de la Haute Couture

A Muse

“The things we truly love stay with us always, locked in our hearts as long as life remains,” Josephine Baker, 1954

Mary Martin London is freedom, protest, a love letter, a manifesto, a shaking of the shoulders, a twisting of the ankles; looking closer, wider and more expansively at the world around us. There is always so much more to the fashion house. It’s about reclaiming agency, asserting subjectivity, authoring a new visual lexicon. As for the lead fashion artist herself? She can do it all: design, draw, cut, drape, fit, model. Both sides of the Atlanta not to mention the Mother Continent are enthralled by her living legacy. Stateside, Atlanta City Council led by its President Doug Shipman dedicated Saturday 9 December 2023 as Mary Martin Appreciation Day. Closer to home, there’s a muse in a mews to be schmoozed. The pedestal worthy cap, tunic and trouser combo may be Afro Caribbean in outline but the robust materiality of tweed with handwoven felt shamrocks is firmly Anglo Irish. Mary Martin London is dancer, legend, green, global.

“I believe we are created by God. In the beginning, God created heaven and earth and everything in them. So, if He created us in His image, we are creators like Him. We create, and God is my creator and inspiration.” Mary Martin, 2024

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Mary Martin London + Anglo Ireland

The Tullymurry Set

It’s fine to wear your birthday suit in the countryside. Especially when the view to the horizon is uninterrupted by anyone or anything. Mary Martin London is in fashion anywhere and everywhere.

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The Lanesborough Hotel Knightsbridge London + The Garden Room

This Room’s On Fire

We’re back in town and we mean business. Straight off the hot mess express. Owning it. Cutting deals. Not just gadding about. Chop chop. We’re pumped up and pimped up between the plumped up poshness. In a basement next to the bright lights’ busiest roundabout. Sounds glam? It’s The Lanesborough’s Garden Room, darlings. Antiques and antics, busts and bust ups, teas and tiaras.

“A sky full of stars a room full of cigars,” postdebutante Annabel P wistfully murmurs before sinking behind the smoky haze into a Napoléon II club chair. The Garden Room’s impeccable Manager Neil Millington and his team are on it like a Selina Blow bonnet in this exclusive Cuba-on-Thames. “I’m going to keep the table as authentic as possible.” Bolney Estate Bacchus magically appears and reappears. Bad Pollyanna. Bad. And a legacy’s worth of Hoyo de Monterreys. “There are three cuts: punch, straight and V.”

Fresh from VIP seats applauding the thrillingly talented singer Noah Francis Johnson (the late Dodi Fayed’s brother-in-law) bring the (Soho) house down in White City (London not Tel Aviv), we’d glided past a portrait of Queen Elizabeth II en route to The Garden Room. Her painted lips parted: “We are so bemused.” An image of Salisbury’s Wilton House carried our reflection. People do say we’re a pair of oil paintings. “Welcome back!” chime Neil and his cohort each time we re-enter The Garden Room. Standing to attention of course. You can get the staff these days.

“When the party’s over and the lights go on …” sang Noah. This party’s only getting started so keep those lights dim!

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Christ Church Cathedral Dublin + George Edmund Street

Up His Street

It boasts the largest cathedral crypt – 63.4 metres long – in Ireland and Britain, constructed in the 1170s. Above ground, Christ Church Cathedral in the heart of historic Dublin is medieval as reimagined with fervent vigour in Victorian times. The cathedral was declared structurally unsafe in the early 19th century. That was enough for English architect George Edmund Street to revive the building or rather complex of buildings with great gusto from 1871 to 1878. Distiller Henry Roe of Mount Anville stomped up the cash, all £230,000 of it. The cathedral’s founder, Hiberno Norse King Sitric Silkenbeard, would’ve no doubt raised an eyebrow or two.

The north porch? Chop. Quire? Chop. Tower? Rebuild. South nave arcade? Rebuild. Baptistry? Add. Flying buttresses? Add lots. Chapter house? Build. Synod hall? Build. For those tourists who make it up Dame Street away from the discombobulating temptations of Temple Bar, the cathedral and its environs – not least St Werburgh’s Church of Ireland – are a place of repose and reflection.

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Dublin Castle Dublin + Jam Sutton

Pink is the New Black

Just when you thought the back of Dublin Castle couldn’t get any more colourful up pops a hot pink statue matching the tulips. The Irish village tradition of painting buildings in bright colours isn’t often applied to institutional buildings never mind castles. Dublin Castle is the exception: the group of blocks closest to the garden are painted ice cream flavours of blueberry, peach and lemon. The courtyard blocks couldn’t be more different with their stone and red brick fronts.

Dublin Castle has been around for 700 years although the current architecture mostly dates from the 17th to 20th century. Once the seat of British rule, it’s now government offices and an arena of state ceremony. Anyhoo back to that hot pink statue. Apparently it’s a modern take on the David and Goliath classic. David has donned a baseball cap and a pair of shorts, with a Nike trainer clad foot resting on Goliath’s severed head. Designed by English artist Jam Sutton, the method of execution is also a modern take: excitingly it’s a 3D print.

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The Wilder Townhouse Hotel Dublin + Gráinne Weber

Incomplete Madness

Arriving at the west facing hotel on a sunny March evening is simply glorious. Doughnuts on demand in the new light filled conservatory and adjoining terrace. In contrast to the stuccoed pairs of Regency villas on the other side of Harcourt Terrace, The Wilder Townhouse is red brick Victorian. It’s a slightly wonky L shape in plan. Designed by architect James Hargrave Bridgford, the building has a long and complicated history. A Church of Ireland notice summarises its unusual genesis:

The Asylum for Aged Governesses and Other Unmarried Ladies, first opened AD 1838. The only one in Ireland. Proposed new house, Harcourt Terrace, Dublin. In a former circular we gave an elevation of the proposed house, having four storeys, which was objected to as having rooms at such a distance from the entrance hall, that the ascent of the staircase to the upper rooms would be very trying for old and infirm people. We have, accordingly, modified our plan, which will be much more convenient in every way, and we have secured a plot of ground which gives us ample space for all sanitary and commodious arrangements, but the cost will be considerably more than for the original plan. We obtained four estimates from competent builders, and the lowest was £2,800 for the whole building; having, however only £1,600 in hand, and being determined to avoid debt, we have decided to build only the first block shown in the above drawing, with the portion of the wing included within the lines AB and CD. After this is done, we shall wait on the Lord for the means of completing the structure, which, when finished, will be all that can be desired. Subscriptions are earnestly solicited and will be thankfully received by the Trustees, or any Member of the Committee, whose names and addresses are given. Cheques and post office money orders to be made payable to Miss Eliza Meredyth.”

And a quote from Blackrock, County Dublin, based architect Gráinne Weber explaining its latest reincarnation: “Following on from work on Frankie Whelehan’s sister property, the Montenotte Hotel in Cork City, we were asked to take a look at a former residential institutional building on Harcourt Terrace and Adelaide Road in Dublin. A Victorian Protected Structure, it had planning permission for apartments but our client wished to develop it as a hotel. We achieved planning permission for a 42 bedroom guesthouse from An Bord Pleanála as architects for the project and proceeded to substantially upgrade the building’s shell and core: from there went on to create an interior which was modern yet sensitive to the building’s heritage.”

Hôtel Les Bains in Paris and Ham Yard Hotel in London provided two sources of inspiration for the interior design. House of Hackney wallpapers, Matthew Williamson fabrics and contemporary paintings reinvigorate the period interiors. The original inhabitants could only dream of today’s rainforest showers in marble bathrooms and Maison Margiela toiletries. Rooms are of course named after governesses who resided here: for example, the Miss Wade Suite was named after Charlotte Wade whose name appears in the 1911 Census. The Lady Jane Room is named in honour of Jane Harrison, Jane Jeffers and Jane Mercer who also all appeared in the 1911 Census. It’s also an acronym of the owner’s wife and daughters’ names: Josephine, Aoife, Niamh and Eimear. Records reveal 19 governesses were evicted down the years for being quarrelsome.

Gráinne’s client Frankie Whelehan expands the story, “What I was trying to achieve was something a bit different: a bespoke guesthouse with limited food and beverage, catering for a niche market that is under represented in Dublin. The name Wilder is a little bit of playacting because we are focusing on the international market coming to Dublin and Oscar Wilde is synonymous with the city. It’s all about experience. A notice in the deeds calls it ‘a home for bewildered women’ so we had that it mind too when naming the hotel.” The reception helpfully supplies a factsheet on governesses:

· They were employed to teach and train children in private middle and upper class households. The majority were Protestant; in the 1861 Census, 74 percent of Irish governesses were Protestant.

· In contrast to nannies, governesses concentrated on teaching children rather than catering for their physical needs.

· From the 1840s to 1860s, governesses accounted for 10 percent of the total teaching force.

· The profession began to decline at the end of the 19th century when schools became more common.

· The Governess Association of Ireland was established in 1869 on 3 Lower Leeson Street. It provided a two year course and an examination in Trinity College. Once completed, a certificate of proficiency helped to push for better wages.

· The average salary was £40 to £60 per annum but certified governesses could earn up to £80 a year.

· Governesses often didn’t have pensions and could end up homeless or in workhouses.

· The Asylum for Aged Governesses and Other Unmarried Ladies served a great need.

Last used as artists’ studios, the planning permission for hotel use granted by Dublin City Council was subject to a third party appeal in 2017 by neighbours on Harcourt Terrace. Inspector Jane Dennehy found in favour of the applicant: “The proposed development would not be seriously injurious to the integrity, character and visual amenities and setting the existing building, a Protected Structure, would not be seriously injurious to the architectural character, visual amenities and residential amenities of the residential Conservation Area and would be acceptable in terms of traffic and public safety and convenience, and would be in accordance with the proper planning and sustainable development of the area.” The Wilder Townhouse finally opened in 2018.

The February 2024 edition of Business Plus magazine reports: “In the 11 month period to November 2023, Dublin achieved the highest hotel occupancy rate, 83 percent, out of 35 European markets. Dublin also ranked seventh highest in terms of Revenue Per Available Room. Dublin has circa 25,860 hotel bedrooms. By comparison, the Stockholm hotel bedroom stock is about 39,000 while Amsterdam has a total stock of around 42,000. Dublin has fewer bedrooms than both comparably sized cities, despite having the fastest growing economy in Europe.” The Wilder Townhouse provides 42 of the very best bedrooms Dublin has to offer.

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Wilde Restaurant + The Westbury Hotel Dublin

Come What May

Oscar Wilde: “I am so clever that sometimes I don’t understand a single word of what I am saying.” A walk down O’Connell Street and beyond is a walk down memory lane. Dublin is full of ghosts of built and once human form. Clery’s department store closed in 2015. Across the River Liffey, and up Grafton Street, there used to be two department stores facing one another. Switzer’s, once owned by Mohammed Al Fayad, disappeared in 1990 while Brown Thomas has kept going. In 2021, the Weston family sold Brown Thomas and Selfridges in London for a few billion euro to a Thai and Austrian consortium.

Tucked behind Grafton Street, Powerscourt Townhouse Centre is comfortingly still intact as the city’s most original shop and restaurant destination. Once the urban seat of the Wingfield family, it’s full of the exuberant 18th century plasterwork made popular by the Italian Francini brother stuccodores. Walking over the uneven Georgian floorboards along the galleries has the unsteadying feel of being on a slightly rocky ship. Round the corner the only evidence that Odessa bar and restaurant ever existed, never mind being the coolest hangout in town circa 2001, is the sign, and even that’s about to disappear. Also tucked behind Grafton Street is another institution that is very much alive and kicking: The Westbury Hotel, part of The Doyle Collection.

Opened in 1984, this 205 bedroom five star hotel is still highly recognisable even after several multimillion euro renovations. The first floor restaurant Wilde overlooks Balfe Street below. A conservatory was added to the restaurant during one of the renovations. The 90s apricot colour scheme, linen tablecloths and synchronised cloche lifting have all long gone. In their place is a chintz free interior and informal vibe. Cane chairs, fern patterned cushions, botanical prints and tiled floor are all reminders this is definitely conservatory dining. Or rather lunching.

Dublin’s most wonderful waitress is an El Salvadorian lawyer. “Over six million people are squeezed into 21,000 square kilometres. It’s the smallest country in Central America,” she relates. “But there are great places to stay on the Pacific coastline. El Tunco beach and La Tibertand port are two of my favourite places. Our nostalgic produce is horchata: it’s a drink made from a blend of spices and seeds such as morro, sesame and peanut. My family own businesses and there used to be a lot of extortion. That’s all gone: the new President and his strict regime clamping down on gangs has been a gamechanger. El Salvador is the first country to have made Bitcoin a legal tender.” It’s time to book flights with United Airlines.

The Berkeley Court Hotel in Ballsbridge, a couple of kilometres south of The Westbury, has not survived. An RTÉ news report broadcast in 1978, “Providing first class comfort for guests is the aim of Dublin’s newest hotel The Berkeley Court. It is the newest hotel owned by Pascal Vincent Doyle. At £25 a night for a single bed, the majority of us will never be able to afford its delights. The 200 bedroom hotel is situated on the corner of Shelbourne Road and Lansdowne Road. Inside, it provides the standard demanded by wealthy American and Continental guests. With an emphasis on first class comfort, the luxury hotel is indicative of the upward trend of tourism in Ireland. The hotel was formally opened by Minister for Tourism and Transport, Padraig Faulkner.” This fellow epitome of late 20th century glamour was demolished in 2016 and replaced by apartments – Ballsbridge is the best residential address in Dublin.

Wilde deserves a Michelin star, or rather Oscar! It’s the best thing since sliced sourdough (of which there is plenty). So how much is lunch per person? Well, the same price as checking in for six nights to The Berkeley Court. Circa 1978. After Wilde, we’ll walk past the Oscar Wilde statue on Merrion Square and then we’ll head to The Wilder Townhouse to get dolled up for a wild (no E) night out in town. But not before Taizé Prayer in Newman University Church on St Stephen’s Green. Oscar Wilde: “Memory … is the diary that we all carry about with us.”

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IDA Global Headquarters + Iveagh Gardens Dublin

The Green Stuff

Everyone knows St Stephen’s Green in Dublin. But not so many people are aware that its southside buildings back onto Iveagh Gardens, a lower profile yet equally fine park. The brick rear elevations of Newman University Church (a windowless apse), Museum of Literature Ireland (a bow window and a chamfered bay with Gothick windows) and Stauntons on the Green Hotel (a pair of shallow chamfered bays) all rise above the archery grounds.

Iveagh Gardens are entered from the opposite side, off Upper Hatch Street. A new addition to the encircling cityscape, this time facing the park, is the IDA Ireland global headquarters, completed in 2019. Designed by Dublin practice MOLA, the transparent façade is a glacial foil to the verdancy of the gardens. IDA Chief Executive Martin Shanahan says, “The new location at Three Park Place provides IDA Ireland with an excellent location from which to market to global investors.” The IDA was previously located for 35 years at Wilton Place opposite the canal. Wilton Place is being redeveloped to the design of architects Henry John Lyons.

The Anglo Irish Guinness family have done so much for Ireland including Desmond and Mariga Guinness establishing the Irish Georgian Society in 1958. “Without a doubt,” writes Carola Peck in Mariga and Her Friends (1997), “both Desmond and Mariga worked unremittingly and unstintingly to save Dublin’s architectural heritage.” A century earlier, Benjamin Guinness leased Iveagh Gardens to the Dublin Exhibition Palace. The gardens were designed by landscape architect Ninian Niven, merging French Formal and English Landscape styles. His descendent Rupert Guinness 2nd Earl of Iveagh donated the gardens to the nation in 1939. The public – and IDA employees on their lunch break – can still enjoy the one metre high maze, sunken gardens with fountains, archery grounds, rustic grotto and cascade.

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Mary Martin London + Zelda Blakley

Haute Cature

Put simply, Gertrude Stein is Zelda Blakley’s favourite author and Tender Buttons of 1914 her favourite book. Transparent intellectual accessibility is not Zelda’s chief concern. Take: “The instance of there being more is an instance of more. The shadow is not shining in the way there is a black line.” She just doesn’t wear her erudition lightly; Zelda also likes to don Mary Martin London and we’re not talking the prêt-à-porter range.

Britain’s leading fashion artist is in her prime, now working at concert pitch: already this month she’s received gongs at The Extraordinary Achievers Charity Awards and Power of A Woman Awards. As always with her one-off pieces, there’s more to Zelda’s cape than meets the eye. “The checked tweed is very British and the handsewn felt shamrocks represent Ireland, reflecting Zelda’s Anglo Irish heritage,” Mary explains. “The duffle coat buckle shows off her street cred too. The costume jewellery is just literally that – fit for royalty!”

The fashion artist was inspired by the oil painting of Queen Charlotte in Zelda’s London residence. Mary shares, “Baron Christian Friedrich von Stockmar, a contemporary of the Queen Consort of King George III, said she had a ‘positive mulatto face’. Her ethnicity as a woman of colour is often denied or ignored by mainstream history.” Queen Charlotte had a celebrated diamond filled collection of jewellery. To segue back to Gertrude Stein, “Giving it away, not giving it away, is there any difference. Giving it away, not giving it away.”

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Tullymurry House Newry Down + Slemish Market Supper Club

Mount Charles All Over Again

We’re getting ready to join you on this beautiful life adventure. “County Down in the holidays and Surrey in the term – it was an excellent contrast,” raved Clive Staples Lewis in 1955. We couldn’t agree more and technically we do reside in Surrey albeit the hectarage swallowed up by southwest London. Tullymurry House is only five kilometres on the Belfast side of Newry but feels a world away from everywhere and everything and everyone. There are uninterrupted views across drumlins to the irregular polygon of the snow capped Mourne Mountains.

Tullymurry, blurring the line between a grand farmhouse and a modest country house, is run by the Irish Landmark Trust, founded in 1992. The Trust’s mission is to save, share and sustain. Hearth Revolving Fund restored the house in 2012 before handing it over for use as a holiday home. The Autumn 1989 Heritage Newsletter of the Ulster Architectural Heritage Society states, “Hearth has completed 55 houses and flats for rental over the last 10 years …” Tullymurry most likely originated as a single storey Scottish Planters’ house. An extension by the Weir family of circa 1700 is now the kitchen and downstairs bedroom. The L shaped two storey block with its sureness of style was then added in the late 18th century. In 1828 a farmer John Marshall bought the house and remodelled it further 12 years later. A folder beside a vase of fresh (custard yellow and raspberry red) roses on the entrance hall table details the restoration:

“Work started on the house from the top downwards; the roof tiles were taken off and replaced but fortunately the roof timbers were found to be in excellent condition and original to the house. The sash windows were taken out, repaired and painted before being put back in place. The house was riddled with woodworm so large areas of floorboards had to be replaced as necessary. The house was rewired and replumbed with the important addition of central heating and extra bathrooms. A small area of kitchen units was added with plenty of modern appliances and a utility room just across the passage for any extra equipment.”

“As much of the existing decoration as possible was retained including the wood effect graining on many of the doors, shutters and skirting. Where wallpaper had to be replaced and painting carried out, traditional ranges from Farrow and Ball were used. Much of the furniture and pictures are 19th century and were in the house before restoration began. They were removed before work began and replaced when work was complete as close as possible to their original locations. The house is now ready to face the next 200 years and has been given a new lease of life as a holiday home.” Original items include hall chairs, an organ, a piano, a family Bible, portraits and a watercolour of nearby Narrow Water Castle by Tom Irwin.

Like the Sunday school chorus, Tullymurry is “deep and wide”. The ivy cloaked south facing façade and east front are both symmetrically five bay. A very complete (custard yellow) doorcase formed of pilasters rising to brackets supporting a sprocketed hood frame the (raspberry red) door and oblong overlight with its geometric glazing. Over the façade the roof is gable ended to the west and  hipped roof to the east. Single storey older parts of the house are hidden behind these two principal fronts. The dual aspect first floor principal bedrooms each take up two bays of the façade. Coved ceilings push into the roof slopes. Floor height windows add charm to all four upstairs bedrooms.

It’s a long five kilometres from Newry: almost everyone gets lost along the dark country lanes. A Friday night feast from Dong Fang Asian Fusion is eventually spread out on the long kitchen trestle table. The Aga will rest tonight. A Saturday morning walk under low hung grey skies parallel lined with cloud and mist is County Down tranquillity at its best. The lawns on either side of the avenue are speckled with snowdrops. Grey turns to blue as the sound of agricultural machinery gearing up is a reminder this is still a working farm. The burnt red ribbed metal barrel vaulted barn may be aesthetically pleasing but it’s also functional.

Sun streams in through the open door down the entrance hall passing from the glory of the day into the dim hinterland of the back hall on this late February weekend. The Victorian wallpapered drawing room, a polite space full of bygones, is turned into a cinema for the afternoon. And then in a flash it’s Saturday evening. Pre dinner cocktails are served in the drawing room while guests are serenaded by local harpist Sharon Carroll playing Sì Beag Sì Mòr and other sweet melodies. French 75s: squeezed lemon juice and gin mixed with a little sugar and shaken on ice. Pour into Champagne glasses and top up with Champagne. Sidecars: shake equal parts of Cognac Hennessy, Cointreau and lemon juice with a little sugar. Pour into cocktail glasses and place orange peel on top. A tip is to peel the lemons and oranges into the glasses so that zest and spray go over the drinks and glass rims. So that’s two of our five a day!

Chef Rob Curley of Slemish Market Supper Club arrives with the first of the evening’s dishes (service à la Russe not à la Française of course). He explains, “Wee Bites are our style of tapas. You have vol au vents filled with wild mushrooms, parsley and garlic with egg yolk jam inside them. And then you have lovage and cucumber gazpacho. You also have smoked salmon, crème fraîche with elderberry capers pickled pumpkin and fish pancakes flavoured with dolce seaweed.” Lovage is a green plant used in soups and also for medicinal purposes. Gazpacho is a tomato and red pepper based Spanish soup served cold. So more of our five a day!

The curtains and shutters in the blue painted dining room are pulled back: there are no neighbours. Rob’s dinner courses reflect Slemish Supper Club’s commitment that, “The land, sea, rivers and lakes are really important to our gastronomy. Every ingredient is chosen to honour and pay tribute to the important local resources of our cuisine.” The starter is beetroot tortilla, goat’s cheese, beetroot, liquorice, winter leaves. The main is king scallops, Rathlin Island sea lettuce, cucumber pearls, elderberry capers, potato noisette, buttermilk whey sauce. Pudding is spiced orange cake, milk ice cream, liquorice gel. Haute monde, haute couture, haute cuisine.

Just as Rob and his team wave goodbye to a thrilled dinner party, who pulls up but American chanteuse Kara Kalua with all the pyrotechnical melisma of a diva. The highly versatile drawing room is now a disco and soon everyone is singing for their supper like a scene from Saltburn, murdering Sophie Ellis Bexter’s hit Murder on the Dancefloor. It’s an eclectic late night for boon companions, older and wilder, ending in the relaxing spa carved out of the former stables with their merry assortment of lattice, casement and sash windows. “All reality is iconoclastic,” as Clive Staples Lewis used to say.

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The Metropolitan Hotel + Nobu Restaurant Park Lane London

Still Cool Britannia

Park Lane is synonymous with worldly riches and fashionable life. Down its entire extent, from where it joins Oxford Street to the point at which it reaches Hamilton Place, great houses jostle each other in bewildering profusion on its eastern side, while on the west lies the Park with its mass of verdure, and, during the season, its kaleidoscopic ever shifting glow of brilliant colour.” Edwin Beresford Chancellor, The Private Palaces of London Past and Present, 1908

The Metropolitan Hotel and The Met Bar opened on Old Park Lane, which is parallel with Hamilton Place, just as Tony and Cherie Blair were entering No.10 Downing Street. Both Mets were an instant hit with celebrities. The bar closed in 2018; the hotel is still going strong. So is Nobu’s first European outpost on the first floor via its own discreet street entrance. The parent London Nobu has been joined by offspring restaurants and hotels in Portman Square and Shoreditch. There are 55 restaurants and 36 hotels in the group internationally now from Dallas to Dubai, San Diego to San Sebastián.

In 1987 Chef Nobu Matsuhisa opened his first restaurant in Beverly Hills. His Japanese Peruvian fusion food reflects his place of birth and place of training. Actor Robert de Niro soon joined him as business partner and together they embarked on world domination. The phrase “signature dish” might as well have been invented for Nobu as every other course is famous.

“I’ve got the best table in the house for you,” beckons the front of house at Nobu Park Lane. Always. The corner window table, the dining equivalent of the C suite. A personalised card with the traditional greeting “Irasshaimase” stands next to the crisply folded linen napkins. The direct view of Hyde Park is framed by the Four Seasons on the left and The Hilton on the right, that comforting proximity of five star luxury all around. The interior is a reminder that nobody ever did minimalism better than the Japanese. Park Lane is still synonymous with worldly riches and fashionable life.

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SABBATH PLUS ONE Cats + Neve Tzedek Tel Aviv

Angels Unaware

“Flowers appear on the earth; the season of singing has come, the cooing of doves is heard in our land.” Song of Songs 2:12

The boundary lines have fallen in very pleasant places. Really, it’s the ultimate urban oasis full of fluttering sparrows and darting swallows between distant oaks. Resident tycoons occupy swathes of this prized real estate. Between the many mansions flow bougainvillea festooned rose and vine laneways, riots of colour and love amidst herbage and verdure. Acacia and camphire and poinciana and weeping fig trees camouflage gaily painted architecture. “Pink and saffron mallows, and the yellow and white daisies, and the violet and snow of the drooping cyclamen, and the gold of the genista” visualises Henry Van Dyke in Out-of-Doors in the Holy Land (1908). Colette captures horticultural wonder in Chéri, (1920), “Walking along in the shade of the acacia trees, between trellised roses and huge clumps of rhododendrons in full blaze.” And again in Gigi (1944): “Such a beautiful garden … such a beautiful garden.” She romanticises in The Cat (1944), “Above the withered stump draped with climbing plants, a flight of bees over the ivy flowers gave out a solemn cymbal note, the idenitical note of so many summers.” In Save Me the Waltz (1932), Zelda Fitzgerald’s protagonist Alabama cries, “I love little trees, arborvitae and juniper.”

Neve Tzedek was established in 1887, predating the official founding of Tel Aviv by over two decades. “Tz is pronounced as one letter sounding a bit like an ‘S’,” clarifies our driver Yaron Reuveny. “Neve Tzedek is beside the famous Carmel Market which is really trendy with fast food bars. It’s really good to hang out there in the evenings. There’s a good vibe!” Neve Tzedek was the first Jewish quarter to be built outside Jaffa. Fragrant with the perfumed aroma of myrrh and aloes and cassia, coloured by the turquoise of jacaranda and tamarisk and wisteria, Neve Tzedek is for the rich and fabulous and their feline friends (coffee loving techno music mad Israelis set the world record for cats-to-humans ratio). This enclave simply oozes unforced charm: streets named desire. Marco Koskas’ character Juliette in Goodbye Paris, Shalom Tel Aviv (2020) immediately adopts a cat called Jean-Pierre upon settling in Tel Aviv. Henri Cole opines in Orphic Paris (2016), “Cats are cats, briefly put, and their world is the world of cats through and through.” Truman Capote (1948) noticed in Other Voices, Other Rooms that they have “tawny astonished eyes”. No doubt Gertrude Stein would add, “Cats are cats are cats.” Quite so. Cats: the exquisite link in the Great Chain of Being. Colette’s The Cat once more, “The zone of shadow … the zone of shadow.”

“‘In that day each of you will invite your neighbour to sit under your vine and fig tree,’ declares the Lord Almighty.” Zechariah 3:10

(Extract with alternative imagery from the bestseller SABBATH PLUS ONE Jerusalem and Tel Aviv).

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Guy Hollaway Architects + The Gas Station Restaurant King’s Cross London

Pump Up the Jam

It was the petrol filling station with a shop where clubbers would call in for bottles of water on their way to Bagley’s rave when the back of King’s Cross was an urban desert. Then the team behind Bistrotheque, one of Hackney’s most popular restaurants, opened a pop up called Shrimpy’s at The Filling Station in July 2012. Behind architects Carmody Groarke’s undulating fibreglass screen, the station forecourt was transformed into an outdoor seating area and the former kiosk turned into a 50 cover Latin American seafood residence. The meanwhile use would become permanent; the temporary building would remain just that.

In the days before Small Plates, the menu was traditional in its order of Starters, Main Courses and Puddings, while modern in its ingredients. Typical courses were seabass ceviche, plantains (£8.50); monkfish, quinoa, almonds, courgettes (£19.00); and poached quince, crème fraîche, almonds (£6.00). Cocktails (£8.50 to £9.00) included Lavender Tea: gin, lavender, grapefruit, camomile tea. Pound signs were stripped off the menu in a futuristic nod to minimalism. Unusually for its time, Shrimpy’s was cashless. Another sign of things to come was the 12.5 percent service charge when 10 percent was the norm.

It was all terribly buzzy; we sat up at the bar next to the singer Bryan Ferry. We attended the Christmas tree press party a few months later in December 2012. Clearly full of the joys, after dashing from Ballymore’s Embassy Gardens launch party in Vauxhall, we reported, “Across town, we joined opera singer Camilla Kerslake and fashionistas Giles Deacon and Jonathan Saunders at King’s Cross Filling Station. The tenuous editorial link? Vauxhall. A Christmas tree made out of Vauxhall Amera car parts was unveiled. Moving parts mechanically grooved to a techno beat as fluorescent orange light and frosted air filled the forecourt. Lady Gaga’s erstwhile designer Gary Card dreamt up the tree. Mince pies, mulled wine and dancing kept us warm.”

Gin Works – a bar, restaurant and micro distillery for Kent winemaker Chapel Down – took Shrimpy’s place in 2017. Guy Hollaway Architects, the practice behind Rocksalt restaurant on the harbour front in Folkestone, designed a replacement two storey building with an industrial aesthetic. The entrance along Goods Way is set in a curved sweep of finned coloured glazing. The Regent Canal elevation is framed by the fragments of a cast iron Victorian gasworks. Cladding maintains the pop up appearance. After Gin Works closed, the owners of Camden Town Brewery and Mare Street Market in Hackney opened The Gas Station in the building in 2021. A wild garden designed by Richard Wilford, Head of Garden Design at Kew Royal Botanic Gardens, surrounds the beer garden overlooking the canal.

The buzziness is back. We’re sat at a marbleised top table for two on the ground floor of the two storey restaurant and bar. There are wallflowers (not us) climbing up the staircase walls. Sticking to savouries for sharing, Snacks are mushroom arancini, porcini mayo (£7.00) and whipped cod roe taramasalata, toasted flatbread (£7.00). Small Plates are mussels and clams on sourdough, garlic, lemon, samphire (£11.00) and blackened leeks, nori, leek aioli, warm hazelnut vinaigrette (£9.00). Our Large Plate is aubergine steak, smoked babaganoush, sourdough croutons, caponata, basil (£14.50). The vibe is high end pub grub. Cocktails are a speciality of the bar at The Gas Station. Monte Mule (£11.50) is Amaro Montenegro, Old Jamaica Ginger Beer and lime. “Gas” is Dublin slang for great fun. And The Gas Station is just that.

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Boutique Hotel Club + Hotel Heritage Bruges

The Unfolding Star

Ann Plovie of Visit Bruges introduces us to the city, “The winter season represents cosiness and heartwarming moments with family and friends. Warm World Heritage City Bruges lends itself perfectly to this. Come and soak up the atmosphere in the historic setting of charming ‘reien’ (canals), monumental architecture and picturesque streets. Sip a fragrant coffee and enjoy a sharing platter. Discover some universal stories of care and empathy at the renovated Museum St John’s Hospital. The many almshouses also illustrate the care for the citizens of Bruges throughout the centuries.”

The poet Georges Rodenbach melodramatically explains in The Death Throes of Towns (1892) how during its Golden Age the city was once accessible by sea, “Here is how the drama unfolds. Once the town was linked to the sea by the Zwin, which via Damme sent a channel of deep water as far as Bruges, a royal river, where 1700 ships sent by Philip Augustus against the Flemish and English could easily manoeuvre … One day in 1473, however, the North Sea suddenly retreated and as a result the Zwin dried up, without them being able to dredge it clear or reestablish a flow of water; and henceforth, Bruges, now at some distance from that mighty breast of the ocean which had nourished her children, began to bleed dry and for four long centuries lay in the shadow of death.”

That silting would form a quilting, a protective layer, over the historic fabric, like the deliciously preserved Sandwich in Kent, “England’s prettiest town,” according to international tastemaker Charles Plante. The city in aspic would be rediscovered in the 20th century. Architectural historian Dr Roderick O’Donnell reveals, “It was important to the Romantic Catholic archaeological tourists and scholars, especially A W N Pugin, visiting in the 1830s, 1840s and 1850s.” Bruges plays a major role in Alan Hollinghurst’s novel The Folding Star (1994). He admires “the grand brick houses equally steeped in silence and discretion”, calling it a “beautiful little city”.

The house that is now the five star Hotel Heritage is positively recent by Bruges standards having been built in 1869 to the design of architect Louis Delacenserie. The earliest record of a house on this site does though date back to 1390. After a stint as a bank branch of Crédit Général Liégeois, it was converted into a luxury hotel. A new marble staircase and discreet lift were inserted for access to 18 en suite bedrooms on the first and second floors, and above. A top floor was added to provide four junior suites and an intimate roof terrace directly facing the Belfry, one of Bruges’s many landmarks.

As we exit our car we are greeted by name at the entrance porch. Our first floor bedroom has a balcony with horseshoe gaps in the stone balustrade overlooking Niklaas Desparsstraat (a relatively quiet street despite being a waffle’s throw from Grote Markt). Heavy bordered curtains, underbed lighting, underfloor bathroom heating, an iPad, a bowl of fruit and chocolates (this being Belgium), noon checkout … heaven’s in the detail in this European member of the Boutique Hotel Club.

Johan recalls, “In 1992, when we decided to buy and transform the building into Hotel Heritage, several factors contributed to our choice, primarily rooted in the historical significance and architectural charm of the property. The building itself carries a rich history, and we saw an opportunity to preserve and showcase its unique character. Many historic properties like ours often have a story to tell and can offer guests a sense of the past, creating a distinctive and memorable experience. We knew the neoclassical architecture and original details would add a touch of elegance and authenticity, making the hotel stand out. It’s located in the historic district near the cultural attractions.”

“We collaborated with interior designers to create a cohesive design that complements the historic building while providing modern amenities and comfort,” he adds. The first of the reception rooms, a sitting room off the entrance hall, is a cheerful upholstered avenue into another era, one of refinement, sophistication and elegance. Pictures of horses – Coronation, Cotherstone, Mameluke, Margrave, Our Nell, Plenipotentiary, Stockwell, Van Trump – hang on the floral wallpaper of the first dining room. The adjoining second dining room, also with tall windows overlooking Niklaas Desparsstraat, is rich and rightfully red (the hue that stimulates appetite and conversation). Full bodied crystal chandeliers softly illuminate the decorated painted ceilings. Two more clubby style sitting rooms are to the rear of the building, a chessboard and drinks trolley to hand.

Breakfast in the red dining room is both a buffet and table service affair, at once continental and full. It turns out to be one of the best hotel breakfasts we have ever had – and we get around. A vast chariot (trolley is much too humble a word) piled high with cold and hot delicacies dominates the floral dining room. On top of the sideboard are forests of fruit and two different types of cake each morning (apple and marmor today) and – this still being Belgium – three types of chocolate (dark, milk and white). After a Flanders cheeseboard with salmon, yoghurt, cereal, brioches, croissants, mushrooms and tomatoes it’s time for the waiter to up the ante. A spinach amuse bouche arrives followed by the hotel’s speciality poached egg on biscuit wafer. Strawberry and apple juice is in a carafe not a glass. When we lift up our china cups to drink coffee, a red butterfly is revealed on the saucers underneath (more heaven’s in the detail). Our waiter brings a chocolate mousse just in case we’re still hungry. Philippe Mallet Champagne starts the day in style.

“Begin with a visit to the Belfry of Bruges for panoramic views of the city,” Johan advises. We’re on the up. Maybe it’s the 7am Champagne but the two way spiral staircase in the 83 metre high building (equating to over 27 modern storeys) is a trial of balance and navigation. Still, the climb is worth it for the exhilarating view from the bell level gallery. At this height everything appears so homogeneously historic, revivifying Georges Rodenbach’s city of monuments amidst “the pervasive presence of the waters”.

Round a few corners from Hotel Heritage, Poortersloge is a contemporary art gallery serving as an incubator for nascent creative talent in Burghers’ Lodge which was built between 1395 and 1417. Inside, the brilliant white walls and ebon blackness of the ceilings match the monochromatic work of the 12 photographers work on display. The centrepiece of Kwart Voor Nacht (Quarter to Midnight) is a piece by the multidisciplinary Belgian artist Yves Gabriels. It’s a deconstructed biopsy: body parts and clothes fragments are arranged along a swing hanging in front of a hospital curtain. Yves suggests, “I am the surgeon in my anatomical theatre.” He creates skin using a symbiotic culture of bacteria and yeast. Bruges-la-Morte-Encore-Une-Fois. It’s not for those uneasy in dynamics below mezzoforte. The cadence of the city bells can be heard beyond the huge mullioned windows. In April, the well orchestrated Bruges Triennial will bring contemporary art and installations to the streets as well, hitting all the high notes.

Johan reminisces, “I appreciate the opportunity to reflect on the changes in Bruges since my upbringing in the city. Bruges has undergone a remarkable transformation, blending its rich historical heritage with a growing contemporary vibrancy. One noticeable change is the increasing global recognition and popularity of Bruges as a tourist destination. The city has gracefully embraced this influx, maintaining its charm while accommodating the diverse interests of visitors.”

He concludes, “The preservation efforts and restoration projects have been noteworthy, ensuring that the architectural gems and cultural treasures are meticulously maintained. The revitalisation of public spaces and historic buildings has added a renewed sense of vitality to the city. While change is inevitable, Bruges has admirably retained its enchanting atmosphere, and the community’s commitment to sustainability and cultural preservation has contributed to a city that continues to captivate locals and visitors alike. Overall, witnessing Bruges evolve has been a fascinating journey, and I’m excited to see how the city continues to balance its rich history with the demands of the present and future. I am happy to be able to contribute as a hotelier.” The city continues to unfold, revealing old and added layers of intricacy and delight. A new Golden Age is dawning.

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Raoul De Koning + Le Mystique Restaurant Bruges

The Mystery Hidden for Long Ages Past

There’s gastro innovative and there’s Le Mystique. Hotel Heritage, a member of the prestigious Boutique Hotel Club, is one of the few privately owned establishments in Bruges to have its own restaurant. Johan Creytens, who along with his wife Isabelle owns and manages the hotel, remarks, “The emergence of diverse dining options reflects Bruges‘ ability to embrace change while celebrating its culinary traditions.” As night descends, the mystical turns magical at this restaurant right in the middle of medieval Bruges.

The principal dining room of Hotel Heritage opens to staying guests and visitors alike. Myriad mirrors reflect the soft lighting of the rich red interior. Chef Raoul De Koning breezes out of the frenetic kitchen across the floor on a busy Saturday night for a mid course welcome, “I studied and graduated at Hotelschool Ter Duinen where many of Belgium’s most famous chefs have attended. After my classical training I had the chance to specialise in world gastronomy. I love to combine the finest regional ingredients and Belgian cuisine with world flavours. I recently visited Qatar and have instilled some Middle Eastern influences into my cooking.”

Johan agrees, “Le Mystique restaurant opened its doors as part of Hotel Heritage in 2009. Since then, our culinary team has been dedicated to creating a dining experience that combines the rich flavours of Belgian and international cuisine with a touch of creativity and innovation. We aim to offer our guests not only a meal but a memorable and gastronomic journey in the heart of Bruges.

The set menu is adapted to pescatarian taste. A trio of amuse bouches – falafel, sweet potato and black bean – is promptly served. A happy note. Cauliflower moose is followed by three fish dishes: line caught seabass, squid, winter radish, labneh, squid ink sauce and bay leaf; red mullet, oyster, fennel, orange and Jerusalem artichoke; scallop, garum dressing, smoked herring, cauliflower, walnut, pastis. Bruges may no longer be maritime but the port of Zeebrugge is a mere 13 kilometres away. It’s like round the world in eight matching wines including Zull Weinviertel (Austrian), Villa Dria Jardin Secret (French), Borga (Italian) and Talento (Spanish). A very happy note. Beetroot pudding – poached, sorbet and meringue – rounds off the night in a blaze of rouge. A forever happy note. Le Mystique is at once glamorous and intimate, decadent and tasteful, in an increasingly byzantine world.