Editor’s Note: I was a guest of Sofitel St. James. For more, please read my disclosure policy.
We arrive into the grand entry at Sofitel St. James. It’s been a long day, and it has only just begun. Around us, business people and families are spread throughout the posh lobby, readying themselves to take in the rainy London afternoon.
The two of us standout, surrounded by hotel guests who are dressed far nicer than us, but it doesn’t matter to the staff.
Smiles greet us as we check-in and head up to our room. The past few days, we’ve experienced everything from a converted townhouse to a 70s disco room, to the mod Sex Pistol’s room we shared in Brighton, and now we have entered the heart of luxury.
And, I mean luxury.