Sunday, March 30, 2008

Home again....

We had the most amazing weekend!!!!! From the quaint lil hotel we stayed at - to the private party on Saturday evening...... to the museums and sight seeing we did on Sunday.... and now we are home and pooped !!!

So much to write about and so little time........ i think i will break this weekend report into more manageable segments and start with the vanilla stuff..... specifically the hotel......

i have an absolute passion for history and all things historical. So imagine my total delight when i discovered that the hotel Sir had booked (on line) had been a private home and had been built in the 1800's !!!

The nicest thing was that Travelodge did everything in it's power to retain the history of the house while they modernized and turned it into individual hotel rooms !!

Here are some pictures of the interior..........

The lobby




The stairway up .. up and up to our room




a view down to the lobby




Our room was on the 3rd floor - and i couldn't find any other way to describe it except "cute".. it was so tiny ..so tiny it didn't have a cupboard to hang clothes in (thank god my corset didn't need hanging) and only one hook on the bathroom door (which is where Sir's shirt for the evening's party was hung) Sir said it probably used to be a servant's room - which is probably right - who else would live in such a tiny room on the 3rd floor up??!!! Just around the corner from our room was a smaller staircase that probably in its day lead to the kitchen...... how i wish i could have explored all the nooks and crannies - but "staff only" signs were hung on doorways - stopping my exploring nature.



i loved the lil dormer window...... and this morning laid in bed listening to the pigeons cooing to each other - and to us - cooing the world awake to another day ......

Tomorrow i will take you on a walking tour of the city..... and all the little quirks we found - on telephone poles and sides of buildings!!!


1 comment:

Buffalo said...

Sounds nice. That's old for a building in the cold north, isn't it?