16 SUMNER PLACE,
Welcome to a special boutique hotel.
Here we are at Number 16 Sumner Place. Blink and you would actually miss it, the mid-Victorian white stucco terrace house blends ever so inconspicuously with the rest of the multi-million pound private residences.
Number Sixteen is a boutique hotel that feels less like a hotel and more like the London pied-à-terre of your wealthy bohemian fairy godmother, god bless her. Float through a series of deliciously Alice in Wonderland-esque living rooms to the Orangery, the in-house restaurant which begins in a bright conservatory and leads out onto a private, leafy garden where all of a sudden, it becomes hard to believe you’re still in the heart of London.
Just about the only noise disturbance here is the over-sized goldfish belly flopping in their shallow pond that runs down the centre of the garden, stopping before a wooden gazebo with cushioned seating and a table set for afternoon tea.
Now, check out these photographs:
Clancy's comment: Scones and cream anyone? Maybe a cucumber sandwich?