I remember that wonderful moment when, in front of me, the barely sketched vision of the blur and beauty of London appeared. The sun, when we arrived, whitened the streets like a luminous heart to forget the other capitals of the world. At the sight of the Hotel which appears like a mirage, my heart began to beat again, drunk at seeing the divine breath of writing resurrected in me, and the large interior garden under the glass dome gives an impression of the outside where a world of truth weighs down.
Superb luxury building, with calm and voluptuousness, which blends into the surrounding majestic buildings and without the crackling street fire, the palm trees inside throw us out of the world and its hustle and bustle.
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