Slap bang in the pounding heart of Docklands, Four Seasons Hotel London at Canary Wharf stands sentinel on a bend of the swirling, troubled Thames. Nick Hammond checks into a fifth floor suite, and finds a home from home…
Browsing: The Explorer
While everyone else is busy detoxing and eating carrots, treat yourself to a chocolate body wrap, a martini and a manicure, or perhaps a glass of champagne in a sensuous Moroccan spa: Welcome to the New Year Retox.
Spies, intrigues and secret tunnels. London’s St Ermin’s Hotel was the location for gatherings of Winston Churchill’s Special Operations Executive and the notorious spy ring The Cambridge Five. Richelle investigates its secrets…
Venice’s backbone of culture and trade has imbued it with a sophisticated, pan-cultural sensibility that has only increased through the centuries, writes Shana Ting Lipton, visiting the Luna Hotel Baglioni.
It’s the oil capital of Europe, home to offshore rigs and three heliports. Donald Trump’s jet is frequently spotted when the tycoon drops in. So, Aberdeen’s booming for business, but how is it for pleasure?
Sleek hotels, an embarrassment of natural riches, and the promise of adventure make Chile’s Atacama Desert a thoroughly alluring destination. So, asks Mina Holland, why is it so little known?
London’s Dolphin Square is where the bold, the beautiful and indeed the clever, flock to. And now there’s one more very good reason to follow suit, opened just a few weeks ago: the Moroccan-themed Spa.
“We’ll always have Paris.” But which Paris? There’s always been the awe that comes from the tower, pleasures of the Louvre and the gentle cushioning of crepes, but it’s never been anything like this…
“I’m proud to say that I’ve recently discovered a trio of holistic treatments to keep me looking forward positively. They are (drum roll): Bikram yoga, colonic cleansing and aromatherapy massage…”
“I’ve fallen…again. It’s my last evening in Seville and I have spent the past four days falling off curbs, walking into lamp posts and narrowly avoiding getting run over by mad Spaniards on mopeds…”
Its heart is religion but its veins are in the earth. It has one foot in its archaeological history and the other firmly marching ahead through the fireworks of the twenty-first century. David J. Constable visits Israel.