What do you remember from your last stay in a hotel? Was it the subtle welcome of a doorman in a porte cochère, the effortless elegance of a reception desk, the dark glamour of a cocktail bar? Or, like me, do you remember walking down a maze of corridors with no windows, fiddling with a credit-card key, seeing your name incorrectly spelled on the TV screen (Welcome! Mrs Kieran Logn!), then trying for 15 minutes to work out how to turn off the lights? Wednesday, 12 May 2010
Hotel construction boom in London - by Kieran Long in Evening Standard
What do you remember from your last stay in a hotel? Was it the subtle welcome of a doorman in a porte cochère, the effortless elegance of a reception desk, the dark glamour of a cocktail bar? Or, like me, do you remember walking down a maze of corridors with no windows, fiddling with a credit-card key, seeing your name incorrectly spelled on the TV screen (Welcome! Mrs Kieran Logn!), then trying for 15 minutes to work out how to turn off the lights? 
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