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		<title>Enter the Innerplace</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Who doesn’t love the idea of having privileged access to exclusive parties, restaurants and shows? Innerplace is a private concierge service which uses vast knowledge and experience of London life, helped along by a rather extensive contacts book, to arrange unique experiences for members. As you&#8217;re a discerning reader of The Arbuturian and deserve only the best table and the most marvellous entertainment every night of the week, we wanted to bring Innerplace to your attention. Particularly because they have [...]]]></description>
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		<title>Afternoon Tea at La Galerie</title>
		<description><![CDATA[It was time to give the cucumber sandwiches a break; we resolved to try the unique 'thé complet à la française', French-style afternoon tea, composed of savoury treats such as fois gras with apricot chutney...]]></description>
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		<title>The Call of the Wild: Madikwe Game Reserve</title>
		<description><![CDATA["Elephant, leopard, buffalo, lion, rhino. We’re staring down three days at Rhulani lodge in South Africa’s Madikwe game reserve. I’m crossing fingers and hoping we’ll have time to see them all."]]></description>
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		<title>It’s All About Seasoning</title>
		<description><![CDATA["Ghee-splattered jeans and starched, white cuffs that bear the deep, indelible stains of turmeric-laced mishaps. These are just the temporary scars that the uninhibited curry-lover has to bear."]]></description>
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		<title>The Mysterious Land of Toronto, Canada</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Toronto is a city to be explored on foot, eyes open, camera at hand. There’s so much to distract, more hidden gems than Hatton Garden, and a variety that ranks it above other metropolises, writes Gabrielle Sander.]]></description>
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		<title>Reading Trends</title>
		<description><![CDATA["Can print and digital coexist in the world of books? I think they are going to have to, to some extent, otherwise we will all be doomed to reading a black tablet and the beauty of the book will be no more."]]></description>
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		<title>The Madness of George III</title>
		<description><![CDATA["Written in the style of 18th century caricature, it is impossible not to find much of the play hysterically funny, and yet equally impossible not to feel guilty for laughing." Rebecca reviews The Madness of George III...]]></description>
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		<title>Hawksmoor</title>
		<description><![CDATA[You’ll hurt at Hawksmoor. If you don’t then you’ve failed. Aching, distressed, belly-burning protein poisoning. Covetous carnivores in their baggy shirts and lose-fitting trousers have declared Hawksmoor steaks the best in town.]]></description>
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		<title>Sicily Unpacked at Refettorio</title>
		<description><![CDATA[Refettorio, 19 New Bridge Street, London, EC4V 6DB. Tel. 020 7438 8052. ]]></description>
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		<title>It’s The Pod Life</title>
		<description><![CDATA["From the plunge pool on our balcony, I can see the sand, smell the salt and hear the rustle of the waves as they kick up against the shore across the road. If there’s a better spot for a sundowner in the world, I don’t know it."]]></description>
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