Or at least a Duke. Squirreled away on a hidden close in St. James, Duke’s Hotel is about as far away as you can get from The Metropolitan on the great British hotel continuum. Discrete, boutique, it’s been welcoming guests for over a hundred years. There’s a whole other kind of comfort and reliability that comes from a century of buttoned up tradition. Not that it’s stuffy in the least. In fact, it strikes me as the perfect place for an elegant – and amorous – assignation.
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