48 Hours in London - Tradition with a Twist
Ahhhh, London. It’s one of my favorite cities in the world. There’s so much to see and do that a lifetime there might not suffice. While iconic sights such as Big Ben, Buckingham Palace, and Westminster Abbey never get old, why not shake things up a bit and try something different? I recently spent 48 hours in London with a goal of experiencing the city in a way I never have before, yet still keeping some traditional English elements.
It’s no secret that I’ve never met a Four Seasons that I didn’t love. I’ve also made it abundantly clear that Park Lane could possibly be my favorite hotel EVER, but my goal was to mix things up this trip. While still sticking with the Four Seasons brand, I paid Canary Wharf a visit. While not the typical tourist destination, the Canary Wharf area is one of two major financial districts in London. Headquarters to many of Europe and the world’s major corporations, Canary Wharf is quite the hub of activity on the weekdays. But on the weekends, the 100,000 people who work in the skyscrapers are gone and it’s as if you have London to yourself. I found that to be an incredible feeling.
Located on the Thames River with views of the city, Canary Wharf is ten stories of Four Seasons fabulousness. With its open, modern and sleek lobby, guests get an immediate impression of luxury. Plush chairs scattered throughout provide the perfect place to relax with a morning coffee and paper. The giant wall of windows offers superb views of the beautiful gardens. If the weather is nice, the patio is an inviting place for an afternoon Pimm’s. Canary Wharf quite possibly has one of the most beautiful indoor pools in existence. Enclosed in glass along the banks of the Thames River, this 65-foot, infinity-edge pool is a sight to behold.
When in London, most dream of being treated like Queen Elizabeth. I’m certainly no exception. Being spoiled by Four Seasons is something that all guests can expect, but Canary Wharf went one step further by putting me in room 712. And what’s so special about room 712? That, my friends, is the Presidential Suite. Although I didn’t ask the hotel staff to refer to me as Madam President, I was certainly tempted. After all, how often does someone not from the House of Windsor get to have such an experience?