That La Quinta Inn & Suites should be the first new hotel built in 10 years in San Luis Obispo beggars belief.
It’s Tuscany, but not as we know it. For one thing, despite its wealth of ochre walls, fountains and terracotta, the Allegretto Vineyard Resort is in the middle of small-town America, surrounded by plain buildings selling farm machinery rather than Italianate olive groves and wineries which have produced Sangiovese for centuries.
A blanket of mysterious Sherlock Holmes mist envelopes Boston harbour. I can barely make out the shape of an approaching water taxi that will pick up a huddle of raincoat wrapped passengers and their luggage on the wharf side.
Don’t let the rustic name fool you. Our bed at Skyland Lodge, in the heart of the Shenandoah National Park, was almost as big as the entire room we’d had the previous night in a luxury city hotel.
We were driving to a vineyard in Loudoun County, Virginia, when I noticed some houses with spectacular hilltop locations. ‘Look at those,’ I said to my wife, ‘They must have fantastic views. Hang on… I think that’s where we’re staying tonight.’
It was our first visit to Texas and we were arriving in Austin from Houston. We’d found what sounded like the perfect place to stay in the state’s capital: Lone Star Court. Does that sound like the perfect Texas hotel or what?
There is something quite remarkable happening in Detroit these days and the Aloft Hotel is a perfect example. A city practically on its knees just 5 years ago, is showing extraordinary signs of recovery, particularly downtown, where so many of its beautiful art deco buildings have been restored.
The solar powered lights of the legendary Ferris wheel have just come on as I look out at Santa Monica Pier. It is quite the spectacle, made all the more memorable from my perch on the rooftop bar of Hotel Shangri-La seven storey’s up.
Ordinarily, a bedroom balcony is your own private outdoor space to kick back and relax with a glass of something and a few nibbles. But here at the Four Seasons Resort Orlando there’s a welcome interruption to my standard balcony reverie. It’s 9pm and that means I have a front row seat to Disney’s nightly firework extravaganza taking place next door.
The night view of Colorado Springs’ is looking very impressive from 9,200 feet up Cheyenne Mountain. It’s made all the more impressive courtesy of the five course all inclusive dinner I’ve just completed in a camp 9,200 feet up Cheyenne Mountain. Not a camp under canvass you understand, but an entirely different kind of camp. In the magnificent splendour of The Lodge, the rustic mansion that is the beating heart of Cloud Camp at The Broadmoor.