The Laslett | The Arbuturian
Whenever I see a hotel – implicitly or explicitly – describe themselves as a 'home from home', something inside me stiffens. One of the reasons, surely, why we visit upmarket hotels is to have a wholly different experience from home; it would be a poor show to spend hundreds of pounds on somewhere to find piles of clothes strewn across the floor, animals and children vying with one another to see which can make more noise, and half-eaten food sitting in the fridge 'just in case'. We leave these domestic concerns behind for a night or two, and embrace a sybaritic, theatr...
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