There was a time when I thought the best hotel in the world was the Mandarin Oriental Hong Kong... then possibly Valley Wing of the Shangri-La Singapore... and then I thought the Park Hyatt Tokyo was the top dog.
But no longer...
The best hotel in the world is the George V Paris. As I sit here in my jammies, on my balcony... looking out at the 7 ème arrondissement... a hot cup of coffee in my hand... with the streets still quiet on a Sudnay morn... it's pretty darn close to heaven.
Yesterday is a blur. Mad dash to Waterloo... fighting through the metal detectors... one, two, three glasses of bubbly... finding Henri (our driver) at Gare du Nord... settling into the back seat... looking out the window at the usual sights of activity along the Seine... then your realize... you are back in the civilzed world.
Flawless check-in (merci Marie-Anne)... a quick swim at the pool...
then my usual seat by the piano at La Galerie for a quick drink... or two... or three...
followed by dinner for two at Le Cinq...
it don't get no better!
