“Half memoir, half travel, A Yank Back to England...is an absolutely wonderful book, not only about going home again but also about love and family and tradition and the passage of the years.”
—Michael Dirda, Pulitzer Prize-winning literary critic (Washington
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Monday, August 17, 2009

A room in the attic

We reported back at the front desk. Our room was ready. Perfect. Need help with bags? Thank you. The hotel was three stories high, apparently not worth installing elevators, so we followed our porter up a staircase becoming less salubrious and narrower as we ascended. We were heading for the old servants’ quarters. No matter, our room was big with a ceiling high enough to throw an echo. The bathroom was long and skinny and incredibly ornate, with a tub I could stretch out in. Big tubs – one of the things I loved about coming back to England. But first a nap. Two hours later, we were up and about. I felt human again, Frances was smiling, and Kate was eager to go out and run around.


Lady Who Lunches said...

There's nothing like attic rooms - something about the stories that have been told about rooms in attics - you can't help but feel either quaint and cozy or like you're in a horror film. America doesn't do tubs right, that's for sure.

Maggie said...

I love an attic room- it's always a mystery what could be lurking!

(And we had a huge tub in the big house I grew up in and I've never had a better bubble bath than when I was living there. Always miss it!)