
Diamonds and Detox: Bulgari Spa
“I considered the buying of fine jewellery something for the older me: wise enough to know what to invest in and solvent enough to swallow the minor mortgage required…”
“I considered the buying of fine jewellery something for the older me: wise enough to know what to invest in and solvent enough to swallow the minor mortgage required…”
“Loafing needs no explanation and is its own excuse,” the American writer Christopher Morley once said. Wise words Mr Morley, words I kept in mind when I booked a signature massage at the Spa Le Bristol…
“The Plaza Athénée, the Parisian palace par excellence. Pair it with one of the world’s most prestigious fashion and beauty houses and a girl’s dreams come true. Or at least mine did…”
It was a beautiful warm and sunny day. I had just washed my hair and…
“There is perhaps nothing more ‘New York’ than to sit in a New York bar with two New York girls. But while the girls were loaded with energy and enthusiasm, I was drifting in and out of a relaxed coma…”
While everyone else is busy detoxing and eating carrots, treat yourself to a chocolate body wrap, a martini and a manicure, or perhaps a glass of champagne in a sensuous Moroccan spa: Welcome to the New Year Retox.
London’s Dolphin Square is where the bold, the beautiful and indeed the clever, flock to. And now there’s one more very good reason to follow suit, opened just a few weeks ago: the Moroccan-themed Spa.
“I’m proud to say that I’ve recently discovered a trio of holistic treatments to keep me looking forward positively. They are (drum roll): Bikram yoga, colonic cleansing and aromatherapy massage…”
Grayshott Spa, a gorgeous historic country house in Surrey. 59 bedrooms, 36 treatment rooms, a truly tranquil setting with 47 acres of gardens, woods and sweeping lawns, adjoining 700 acres of National Trust land. And, relax…
Belinda Carlisle once sang, “Heaven is a place on earth…” Well I think she may have been singing about the Es Saadi Resort and Gardens, a five-star luxury hotel and palace, just outside the rose-pink walls of Marrakech.
I could feel myself hunched up and I made a conscious effort to stand and walk taller as I strode along Park Lane, on my way to the Four Seasons spa. As stressed as I was, I was also incredibly excited…
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.