I have a soft spot for the Tavistock Hotel. It's huge by London standards: 300 rooms. With an unremarkable brick facade and indifferent art deco entry, you'd think it wouldn't have much to offer. However, the travertine stairwells with hall doors of heavy wood brightened by numerous mullions are one of several aspects of the building's graceful aging process .
We got up early on this last day in England. After breakfast with 100s of other Tavistock guests, we strode off to Regent Park, a testimony to all the park and countryside walking we had done on the trip. A cab trip with the famed chatty cabbie, a last glance at Paddington Station's overhead ironwork, train to Heathrow, hugs bye-bye on the train and, eventually, home to a smiling face at the airport.
Lucky me.
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