By Cocktails & Cathedrals There is something about an old doorway that stops me every single time. My husband has become wonderfully patient with it. We’ll be wandering through a medieval village somewhere in France or Italy, and while everyone else is photographing cathedrals or sweeping city views, I’ll quietly drift towards a weathered wooden…
I’ve stayed in beautiful modern hotels. The kind with silent air conditioning, mood lighting controlled by an app, and elevators that glide so smoothly you barely notice them moving. They’re comfortable. Convenient. Often impressive. Yet the places I remember most are never the newest. They’re the old ones. The hotel with worn stone steps polished…
There are certain rooms that stay with you long after you’ve left them. Sometimes it’s a grand château in France. Sometimes it’s a centuries-old library hidden behind a cathedral square. Other times it’s a tiny hotel lounge where the wallpaper is faded, the fireplace has been burning for a hundred years, and every chair seems…
Everyone Told Me Luxury Meant Light For years, I thought luxury meant light. White walls. Pale timber floors. Floor-to-ceiling windows. Marble benchtops. Open-plan living spaces so spotless they looked less like homes and more like places where nobody had ever dropped toast butter-side down. Instagram had convinced me that expensive interiors were supposed to feel…