All I Want Is A Room Somewhere...

At The Ritz Hotel, forever.

Ok, not forever just until I die, then they can pry my fingers off the minibar door, gather up the tiny bottles scattered on the floor and cast me aside. I love the Ritz!
Although I will always cherish my three lovely weeks at the University of London dorms and the drunk teenagers outside my window every night until 3 AM, I was sooo happy to check into the Ritz on Friday afternoon. This hotel is the perfect combination of security, service and luxury. And there are three bottles of champagne in the mini bar, and the toiletries are by Floris, and they put fresh fruit and sparkling water in your room everyday, and Coco is still working in the beauty salon and... OK I'll stop. Just look at the pictures.