This time our London is called Hampstead, with its brick walls, its paved alleys, its boho-chic meeting places and its wood – Hampstead Heath – where you can find refuge anytime the rain stops falling. You can eat and drink at The Holly Bush, a perfect recap of the neighbourhood style: faded, authentic, British and old school.
One thousand inhabitants, one thousand sheep, and one thousand beds for the guests. This is Vals’ rule, tenaciously guarded for decades, since the moment its thermal baths (which were already known at the time of Ancient Romans) became famous among close valleys and towns. Marco tells us about it on an autumn morning – pride flashing in his eyes – among the cosy and intimate walls of his Hotel Alpina…
Lyle’s will welcome us anytime we are in Shoreditch High Street and want a homemade bread, a generous dish of season vegetables, a fruit dessert, a silent, airy, intimate place. An ode to simplicity.
Val Senales, Italy
Tonight we sleep here. Because we love the homelike warmth of any alpine hotel where generation follows generation always respecting family traditions. Because we love the mixing smells of cinnamon and wood, the old forest-green stoves, and the paintings that narrate ancient stories. Because we love mountain cuisine and its moderate creative surprises, because we believe that the melodies of an ancient piano and of a harp are the most beautiful gift for your guests, and because we will never grow weary of celebrating the wakening with a cheerful, simple and generous banquet while we study the map of paths and mountain refuges. We are in the tiny village of Certosa, in Schnalstal.