Floridita
If you were ever to find yourself back in 1930s Havana, my advice would be…
If you were ever to find yourself back in 1930s Havana, my advice would be…
Saturday shopping hoards are pounding the pavements of Regent Street, yet in a subterranean treatment room, slathered in fragrant oils and ensconced beneath a blanket, all that couldn’t be more distant to me.
With girls resting Longchamp bags on their laps as they sip coffee in pavement cafes, Knightsbridge’s chic Lowndes Street is an apt setting for another French classic to set up shop. Welcome, Pierre Hermé.
Soho seethes with dens of iniquity, feasting rooms hidden behind locked doors. One Sunday, the dark door of Blacks club creaks open to admit Estella Shardlow. May the debauchery commence…
Estella Shardlow jumps on the Eurostar to Brussels to experience inventive rooftop dining at the latest, hippest and hottest gastro-pop-up restaurant on the international foodie scene, The Electrolux Cube.
A young woman sits alone at a candlelit table. She flicks somberly through a heavy leather-bound wine list; her eyes fall upon the dark ink of exotic promises, but the seat opposite remains vacant…
Estella Shardlow boards the Caledonian Sleeper train from Euston and ventures into the Highlands to wallow in the rugged Speyside beauty, the fresh air, the gourmet food and, naturally, the malt whisky.