Pret-a-Portea, The Caramel Room @ The Berkeley, London, United Kingdom

Having heard so many good things about the Pret-a-Portea at The Berkeley we decided to try it while we were staying there.

See also our review.

The tea was served at the Caramel Room, which was designed by Alexandra Champalimaud. We booked online at the hotel's website ca. 4 weeks before. We were lucky seatings were still available on Friday afternoon, but Saturday and Sunday were already booked out.

We chose consciousiously the seating at 16.30 hours, because we were checking out at the Intercontinental Park Lane (see also review) the same day and wanted to make sure we could check in at The Berkeley, photograph the room and make ourselves fresh. It was perfectly timed.

The Pret-a-Portea was originally created in 2005 to bring in shoppers from the surrounding Knightsbridge/Mayfair area. It was only planned to be temporary, but the tea was such a success it stayed for good.

As the name suggests Pret-a-Portea is fashion inspired, so there is a spring/summer and autumn/winter "collection".

We had to wait a bit before our table was ready.  There was a name sign in the shape of a pink high heel marking it.

We had a table in the middle of the room.

The clientele was international.

Our waitress explained to us how the afternoon tea functioned since it was our first time we took part. We could have from everything second or more helpings and we could even try different teas or have refills. We were also asked for any food intolerances or allergies.

We chose Amazing Apple and Pear Caramel Tea. One of us enjoyed also a glass of Laurent Perrier Rose Champagne.

The china was designed by Paul Smith - a perfect fit to the exhibition ["Hello, My Name is Paul Smith"] we did visit at the Design Museum during our stay at the Berkeley Hotel.

First arrived the sandwiches - all were fantastic and since they were so tasty we asked for another round of the egg and ham sandwiches. They were our favourites.

One bread type was especially unusual it was made with beetroot. Another one was lemon flavoured. The shapes were round and squared.

Next were the savouries - no scones - BBQ roast duck tartlets, goats cheese, chilled water cress soup, chestnut panna cotta and marinated sword fish.

Everything was great. The chilled water cress soup and the goats cheese were our favourites.

The highlight was of course the sweets. There was a Burberry Trench Coat, a Giovanni Rossi over the knee boot ginger bread, an Emporio Armani and Jean Paul Gaultier inspired cream/mousse, a Saint Laurent Victoria Sponge Cake bag, a Vivienne Westwood macaroon, a Miu Miu Polka Dot Jaconde and Gianduia Mousse, a Giles Sacher Torte and an Oscar de la Renta Orange Bavarois. All was decadent, creative and full in flavour. 

Stand outs were the Emporio Armani violet cassis mousse with light Curacao jelly and the Jean Paul Gaultier gold quilted banana and caramel cremeaux and passion fruit compote.

It was amazing and we were totally spoiled, getting second helpings from everything and even though we said we were fine the staff double checked there wasn't really a need for third servings. It was the most generous afternoon tea we ever had.

The staff was always there when needed, engaging and passionate - finding just the right balance between being professional and warm, but discreet. You could see they enjoyed what they were doing and seemed sad to see us go.

We received two little carton handbags filled with a few more goodies as present before leaving. 

Cost was 108 GBP (ca. 130.50 Euro / ca. 180.80 USD) including service charge - time and money well spent.

We would recommend the Pret-a-Portea highly. It's unique, tasty and inspirational.

©2014

Middle Man

Juan Migallon had heard his future brother in law Coldham Fintan Noose III needed a new middle man. Juan knew just the person. His cousin Adam Granato had opened his own business and was looking for clients.

Fin's reputation - as Coldham Fintan was nick named - had already spread and Adam was sceptical. "You want to get me killed?!" Juan replied: "No. You don't have anything to fear as long as you don't stab him in the back or threaten his family. Damien did both, so he got what he deserved." Juan didn't have any pity for Fin's former middle man. "Fin is also one of the best in his job and on the way to be THE best. It would be good advertising for yourself, if you would be associated with him." Adam was still not convinced. "You have a lot in common. Family goes above everything for Fin. He is married to my girlfriend’s sister and has a little daughter. She is slightly older than your own." Adam paused for a moment. "Set up a meeting, but I won't promise anything!" "Perfect. That's all what I'm asking for." Juan was pleased and sure once Adam had met Fin he would forget his doubts.

Juan arranged for a meeting of the two families in Ottawa. It was neutral ground.

Judy asked her husband Adam: "Are you really sure you want to meet with this Fintan guy?" "Well, yes, I'd like to make myself a picture and if Juan says the guy is good, who am I to doubt my own cousin?" "Alright. You don't think he's going to kill us..." "Honey, we're meeting at the lobby of the Fairmont Chateau Laurier! He brings his wife and daughter, so it's unlikely he would do anything stupid." Adam replied exacerbated. Judy sighed and acquiesced.

Fin and Frieda, Fin's wife, were also discussing Adam. Fin was a bit nervous, while Frieda took it cool. "Adam is related to Juan and you know what an important role Juan plays in our family. He's very supportive of Bobby and an outstanding left hand man." Bobby was Frieda's sister. She and Juan were groomed to take over the family business with Bobby at the helm.
"Yeah, but think about my own family. Nearly all are screwed up..." "Not all families are like yours and if you think Adam is crazy or unsuitable, just don't take him as your middle man." "You're always so wise, my dear." Fin kissed Frieda on the tip of her nose.

Fin, Frieda and Casey found Adam, Judy and Jerri already waiting at the lobby. Adam was around three inches smaller than Fin, had carrot red hair and green eyes. He looked very much different than his cousin Juan. Judy was eleven inches smaller than her husband and had hazelnut brown hair, her eyes were also green. Judy was a bit fuller around the hips, having not shed all the pounds she had gained during pregnancy. Frieda on the other side had been well proportioned to begin with. She had regained her figure ca. six months after giving birth. Fin was 6 ft 2 in tall, light ash blond and had blue grey eyes. His wife was reaching up to his chin, dark haired and had brown eyes and olive skin.
Jerri was also dark haired and had astoundingly blue eyes, while Casey was a miniature copy of Frieda.
Casey was nine months old and very good at crawling. She managed sometimes a few steps by holding on to furniture or someone's hand. In character she was similar to Fin. She was introvert, but a keen observer. Casey went through a phase, having fear of strangers.
She recoiled and tried to hide from the Granato's when the families introduced each other, burying her face in Frieda's neck. Casey hadn't noticed Jerri, who was fast asleep in her buggy. She felt the securest on her parents' lap. Judy liked children overall and would have loved to play a bit with Casey. Fin and Adam checked each other out. The women had their daughters in common, so the meeting wasn't awkward for them. Jerri was four months younger than Casey.
Fin and Adam found out they shared a passion for music. Both liked jazz and Madeleine Peyroux. Adam blushed a bit when he admitted he listened sometimes to Rosanne Cash. Fin didn't like county music, so he hadn't thought about the singer. "She doesn't only do Country. Some of her repertoire is pop and blues." Adam explained. "Hm, maybe I'll check it out." Fin said. "What are your favourites?" ""Take Me, Take Me", "So Fine", "Thoughts from the Train", Anybody's Darlin'", "Big River", "Down on Love" and much, much more... Rosanne Cash has so far recorded ten albums." "Wow, impressive." They enjoyed the tea and smiled about Casey's interest in Jerri. When the baby was awake, she had squawked to get attention. After being fed and the nappy had been changed Jerri was taking in her surroundings with big eyes. Casey was intrigued and urged her father to be let down. Fin complied and Casey was high speed crawling towards Judy and Jerri. She sat down in front of Judy and looked up to Jerri. Both stared at each other. "Jerri is a baby, darling, so be careful with her." Frieda explained. "Want to sit beside us?" Judi asked. Casey didn't like the strange voice and her face scrunched up. Curiosity won out, though, and she let Judy lift her up. Casey touched Jerri soft on the cheek. Jerri thought it was funny and gave a gummy grin, which delighted Casey in turn. They seemed to communicate silently.
The tea went well, so Adam and Fin agreed to meet the next day at Fin's room to discuss business.

Fin tried to make the meeting a pleasant one and organized a few things he deemed necessary to do just that. He took his daughter with him. Casey was fascinated by the Christmas decoration at the Rideau Center and scared by Santa. She cried while sitting on his lap and stopped only when she was safely back in her father's arm, still sniffling, but clutching the present Santa had given her. "Want to see what's in there?" Fin asked. Casey hadn't grabbed the concept of a gift yet. She protested vehemently when Fin tried to take the box from her. "Okay, then keep it." Fin shrugged. Maybe Casey's mother had more success later on. Finally having everything gathered, they returned to the hotel. On their room Frieda was already waiting. Casey gave Frieda the package. "Oh, is that for me?" Frieda took it and shook. "Hm, what's in there?" Frieda opened it and revealed a teddy bear. Casey grabbed it from her mother's hand and hugged the bear. "Oh, was the bear for you after all?" Casey nodded. "Okay. We should give it a name." They agreed to call it Polly.

Frieda and Casey were meeting with Judy and Jerri, while the men had their meeting.

Fin wasn't exactly looking forward to it. He had liked Adam and thought they would be able to build a meaningful partnership in the future. The problem was Fin had to convince Adam and most likely some explaining to do.

When Adam arrived Fin had everything set up. Adam's favorite cookies and apples were laid out on the coffee table. There was a bottle of Acqua Panna waiting as well. Soft music was playing in the back ground. Adam recognized the album immediately. It was "Rules of Travel" by Rosanne Cash. He was impressed to what great length Fin had gone to please and make him comfortable. Adam thought Fin behaved Hispanic and wasn't sure if Fin had always been that way or influenced by Frieda and her family. "Please take a seat. Would you like coffee? I can make it with the machine or order it from room service..." "I'd like to have privacy and go down to business, so the coffee machine will do." Adam was direct. Fin chose the capsule with the strongest coffee. He made himself a cup of green tea. While Fin prepared the beverages Adam asked Fin what he thought about Juan. Fin wasn't sure if the question was a trap or simply small talk, because Juan was the one person they both knew. Fin decided it was the latter and in any case to go with honesty. "I like Juan. He's growing on me and he has proven to be a good friend, but when we first met he decided to get drunk and make love with lamp posts..., so that didn't leave a too good impression. Now I can laugh about it." "Yeah, that sounds like Juan." Adam giggled. Balancing two cups and saucers Fin returned to the table. "Sugar or milk?" "Two sugar, please." Fin returned with two packets. They were quiet for a while, munching on the cookies and enjoying their hot drinks. The silence was companionable. Adam broke it. "If I'm going to be your middle man, what would you expect from me?" "Honesty, integrity, flexibility and that you give me jobs fitting my skills." "What can I expect from you?" Adam's face was unreadable. "Besides monetary compensation I promise I do whatever job you give me to the client’s 100% satisfaction. If I'm unhappy or my circumstances change I'll let you know." "What do you mean by changing circumstances?" "Frieda and I might want a second child, so I wouldn't be willing to take on jobs involving being away for long periods from Frieda during her pregnancy and around half a year after the baby is born." "I understand that. Familia comes first." Fin was glad. Damien hadn't. "Now, rumours have it you killed Damien, beating him to death. Why would you kill him and how did he die?" "He tried to black mail me. Threatening to kidnap my highly pregnant wife, in the hope I would take on a burglary in Australia. I took him serious and I won't accept black mail." Fin's eyes had turned blue. Adam was fascinated. "So you beat him to death?" "No, that's way too barbaric. I told him he had signed his death warrant, called Frieda and told her to go into hiding." "Was that all?" "No, I contacted a friend of mine, who's a contract killer." Adam was a bit impatient that Fin wasn't forthcoming. "And?" "My friend ambushed Damien and shot him." "Why didn't you kill him yourself?" "I'm sorry to say, but I'm a coward in that regards. I wouldn't have been able to do it." Adam was quite. He had to think. Did Adam believe Fin? Was he able to trust Fin and work with him? "I have to sleep over my decision. I'll let you know tomorrow." Adam got up, straightened his clothing and left.

Adam was waiting for the police report of Damien's murder. He had his contacts too. His acquaintance confirmed Damien had been killed by a gun wound to his head. Fin hadn't lied about it.
Adam spoke with former clients and people Fin had worked together with. The clients were very happy. Fin had always delivered; either quicker than expected or in a timely manner and was discreet.
Fin's contemporaries were of split opinion. He heard Fin was arrogant, stubborn and own minded, a loner, a narcisist and difficult to work with. Others said Fin was shy, focused, self-assured, creative, a perfectionist, straight forward and strategic thinking. No matter what fellow criminals thought about Fin they respected him.
Adam had still a few doubts if he wanted to work together with Fin. He had liked Fin, though. There was also the siren call of money and prestige. Adam weighed up what he had learned about Fin, considered his own feelings and asked for Judy's input.
Fin's demands were sensible. As long as he and Adam communicated and found a compromise or an agreement, Adam had nothing to fear, so Juan had been right.
Fin wasn't sure his pitch had worked. He hoped for the best. Since he had arranged for the murder of his middle man Fin had had difficulties finding new jobs.
 He didn't need the income, having earned a lot in the past and a friend had laundered and invested it cleverly, so it had grown. Fin missed the work, though. He believed he was born to be a burglar.

The next morning Fin and Adam met for breakfast. Fin was tense, but hid his nerves well. It was hard for him not to play with his food. "Have you come to a decision, Adam?" Fin asked. "Yes, I'd like to be your middle man." Fin was visibly relieved. They agreed to forge out the details on Adam's room.
They both gained from their partnership. Fin received more interesting and challenging jobs than before, rising to the occasions and being considered the best in his field.
In the beginning Adam got some flak for taking on Fin. He was warned Fin would destroy Adam's reputation or he would get killed if Fin didn't get what he wanted. Nothing came true.
Adam built a client base and thanks to Fin's ability gained also a reputation as the middle man to go to get the job done. Since Adam managed to angle interesting work other burglars and hackers wanted to come on board too.
Adam and Fin never regretted their decision to team up and if there were issues they spoke about them open and found solutions.


©2014

Break in

This story is inspired by an article I read about a blood soaked cloth - the blood was from Pope John Paul II - that was stolen from a church.

The only real person in "The Break in" is Pope Sixtus IV. There are rumors he was gay and had sex with attractive looking young men including his own nephew, who all profited by receiving benefits, like being made cardinal. 
The one night stand is fictitious as are the villages of Santa Trinita (named after Santa Trinita Bridge in Florence, Italy) and Villa Mattani, the church of San Michele and the Trattoria Capetta.

L'Aquina is the capital of the Abruzzo region.

Hope you enjoy! :)

Prologue

"I need to have it!" Cagney Brasileiro said fervently. His grey eyes were sparkling with excitement. "Make sure, I'll get it." He ordered his right hand man Lyn Rodriguez. They had worked together for around twenty years. Lyn sighed. His go to person, who took care of his boss' special requests, had recently died. Lyn needed to find someone else. He inquired discreetly for suitable candidates. Lyn and a Colombian American called Adam Granato, living in Vancouver, were immediately on the same wave length. They agreed to meet in person to discuss Lyn's little problem.

A few days later Adam touched down in Sao Paulo. He was meeting with Lyn at the Emiliano Hotel for drinks. After hearing what Lyn was looking for, he thought immediately about the right person for the job. He knew only one.


Rome, 1480

Lucio Gianetto picked up the alb. It felt cool and soft under his touch. Smelling it woke memories of entangled limbs, salty skin and soft kisses. The boy was slender, dark haired and had deep brown eyes. He was daydreaming and still cradling the alb, when His Holiness entered the room. It was lavishly decorated and had high ceilings with views over the roofs of Rome.
His Holiness had a sharp, beaky nose. He watched Lucio for a while, then walked over to him and kissed Lucio on the cheek. His stubbles scratched a bit. "You seem to like the alb." His Holiness said. After a moment’s hesitation the pope added: "Keep it as a memento of our night together." Before getting rid of Lucio the pope also threw a few coins into Lucio's lap. Sad Lucio got dressed and left the Papal palace, never to return.

Present day

Coldham Fintan Noose III was hit by the heat. He had arrived from Miami via London in Rome. He was tall, light ash blond and had blue grey eyes. His destination wasn't Rome, but he broke off the journey and stayed a night at the Eden.

Coldham Fintan Noose III spoke fluently Italian with an accent that was difficult to place.
He didn't like being called by his first name and was nick named Fin.

The next morning he rented a car to travel to Santa Trinita, a small village in the Abruzzi.
Fin had a certain target in mind. He checked into a B&B. When he showed his passport the female receptionist was delighted. "Oh, you are American! We have your sort very rarely here." She exclaimed. Fin didn't know if this was a good sign. The lady was nosy. "What is the reason for your stay?" "I'm here for your fabulous cuisine, especially the maccheroni alla chitarra and scrippelle 'mbusse." "That's true. We have the best cuisine in Italy. You should go to Trattoria Capetta. They serve the finest maccheroni in town." "Thanks for the recommendation. I will try it out."
The room was basic, but comfortable and airy. Fin napped for a few hours in the afternoon. On the way to the trattoria Fin checked out the building he was after. The security was low key and getting into it wasn't going to be a great issue.
Being hungry he tried the maccheroni (guitar pasta in spicy tomato sauce). It was delicious with simple, fresh ingredients. The owner was very proud of the dish, telling Fin the vegetables came from his brother's organic farm and the pasta was made in house daily. Having found a foreigner, who appreciated his wife's cooking, the owner decided to stuff his guest. The next course was crepes in chicken broth, also known as scrippelle 'mbusse. "Why don't you try the chicken? It's really good." Fin agreed. It had been roasted with peppers and onions. Fin loved the flavours. He refused the wine - not only because he had to drive the next morning. Fin wanted a clear head for his adventure during the night. The main course was followed by local cheese, a slice of almond cake and espresso. Fin was very full and thought he could never move again. Of course he managed to get up.

When everyone slept, Fin sneaked out of the B&B. It was a moonless night. He went to the old, crumbling house on Via L'Aquina. Fin used the back entrance. He had a torch and a few tools with him. Opening the door was child's play. Fin soon realized he had come too late. The complete content of the building had been removed. He wasn't upset, since he had a clue where to look next.

He called from his room. It was only early evening in Vancouver. Adam Granato picked up nearly immediately. "Hey, Adam, the house is empty. Could you do me a favour and send me the will? It should state who was receiving Pope Sixtus IV's alb." "No problem. Consider it done." Adam was good to his word. He had scanned in the document and sent it via email only six minutes later. Fin liked his new middle man. Dealing with Adam was much more pleasant than with his predecessor Damien.
Reading the will of Esposito Gianetto Fin found out the Pope's tunic had been given to a church called San Michele in a neighbour village. Based on that information Fin decided to stay a couple of nights more.

Beata, the receptionist, was delighted Fin liked the food so much he decided to extend his stay. He asked her what Villa Mattani had to offer. She suggested a few things he could explore and where to eat. One of the "must sees" was the Baroque church San Michele.

Fin pretended to be sightseeing and also ventured to the church. He tried to figure out where the community would keep such an important inheritance. The will had been only recently read, so there was a chance that no decision had been made what to do with the alb or it might was still with the lawyer, who was responsible to enforce the will.

As luck was having it Fin arrived just in time to see a group of older women surrounding a middle aged priest, bent over something, excited and curious. The priest told his congregation they were very lucky and that he would keep the alb securely in sacristy's safe. Fin pretended to be interested in the architecture and paintings of San Michele, but listened in carefully. It was easy to make out where the sacristy was and also to check what kind of security was in place. Gaining access required a bit more skill. Fin withdrew to the next bar to work out a plan. The entrance to the sacristy was walled in - only one way to get in or out. It could work to Fin's advantage or disadvantage, depending on the situation. At least it made detection of him more difficult during night. There was no CCTV, so that was good. Fin decided to break in within the next few days as long as there was New Moon.

"I'm looking for a night club." Fin told Beata, who liked the American. She advised him with a smile and they flirted a bit. It didn't matter Beata had a boyfriend or Fin was married.
The night club was Fin's cover, spending a few hours there, before going to the church. The gate leading to the sacristy had been locked, so Fin used his lock pick to open it. He did the same with the sacristy door. Each lock didn't keep Fin longer than a few minutes. He only used a torch to search for the safe. Locating it, Fin paused to find a solution how to break into the safe. It was an old one, so Fin used a stethoscope. It was tricky, but in the end Fin had the code broken. The alb was there. Fin took the whole content of the safe. He didn't want to make it too obvious what he had been looking for. Suddenly Fin heard someone approaching on the gravel outside the sacristy. Fin grabbed all his things and tested the door leading to the church. It was open. Fin went through. His heart was racing. He was thinking furiously what to do next. Fin found a hiding space, going up the stairs to the organ. It gave him an overview of the church. Fin switched off the torch. Fin's eyes needed a few seconds to adjust to the darkness. He knelt in the front pew; his eyes barely looking over the barrier. The door opened and someone used a torch; passing the light beam across the church. Fin ducked and held his breath. There were steps walking towards the entrance of the building. Fin heard the big gate rattling. The steps returned and stopped at the stair case. Fin swore silently. He didn't dare to move and hoped the person wasn't going up. He was unlucky, so Fin had to find a better hiding place. He stepped as quietly as possible behind the one end of the organ that wasn't facing the stairs. He prayed whoever was searching wasn't going to be very thorough. If not he would use the surprise momentum, tackle the stranger and throw him over the balustrade. Fin didn't like violence or killing someone, but he couldn't afford to be identified or caught. The steps approached and the torch lit up Fin. He was ready to action his plan, but stopped in his tracks. A second person called from the ground: "Hey, Charles, did you find any intruder?" Charles Harold Fox, another burglar and familiar with Fin, but not exactly a friend, replied immediately. "No. There's nobody. Damn, we have missed the chance to steal the alb!" "Ah, don't take it too hard. There are going to be other jobs. Are you coming down?" "Sure." Charles had turned and was about to leave. Fin whispered: "Meet me at Trattoria Capetta at noon." Charles didn't react.

Fin arrived a few minutes early and chose a seat on the terrace, so Charles hadn't problems spotting him. Massimiliano, the owner of the trattoria, was surprised by Fin's new seating arrangement. He normally preferred a table indoors. The unasked question was answered when a slight built man with green grey eyes and light brown hair in his thirties joined Fin. Massimiliano didn't speak English, but the body language of both his customer's was tense. "Don't you have some goods to deliver?" Charles asked. "It has a bit time." Fin replied. "Why have you invited me?" Charles' voice was harsh. "To gloat?" Fin shook his head. "No. First of all thanks for not letting on to your partner that I was there and second not trying to take the clothing from me." "I might not like you, but I'm a gentleman and follow the code." Fin's mouth quirked upwards. The feeling was mutual. They respected each other and that was what counted. "Yeah, I know. Come, sit down, have lunch on me and I have a proposal to make." When the two men seemed more relaxed, Massimiliano approached. Fin ordered a Garibaldi and Charles an Americano as Aperitivo. They shared an Antipasti platter and followed Massimiliano's advise to have the polenta with spicy sausage sauce. When the food arrived, Fin asked: "What about if I give you twenty percent of my earnings from this job? I'm indebted to you..." "Shove the money up your ass!" Fin wasn't too happy about Charles outburst. Fin had under estimated Charles' pride and was about to apologize when Charles continued: "You don't owe me anything, Coldham Fintan. When you found and kept my daughter save, I was indebted to you, that's settled now. Okay?" Fin nodded. "Alright. How is your family?" Charles glared at Fin. He had two daughters and two sons. The last thing on Charles' mind was discussing them with his biggest competitor. He was short. "Good. I've heard you have married your Latina... Congratulations." Fin knew Charles tried to aggravate
him and remembered Fin's wife's name. He didn't react - at least not as Charles expected him to. "Thanks. We have now a year old daughter. Her name is Casey." Against Charles' will his ears pricked. "What is she like?" He asked interested. "She looks like Frieda and takes after me character wise. She's a bit shy, but intelligent." Charles snorted. "Doesn't every dad believe their child is the cutest and most intelligent?" Fin laughed. "True." He admitted. "Please indulge me and have a look at a photo of hers." "Just one?" Charles asked. "Just one - I don't carry an album with me." Fin reassured Charles. Fin handed Charles the photograph. Charles had to agree. Casey looked very much like Frieda. Massimiliano had hovered in the back ground and now also commented: "Hai una bellissima figlia." Fin thanked the trattoria's owner. Massimiliano thought Casey was beautiful. After lunch Fin and Charles went separate ways.

There wasn't much left to do for Fin. He packed and told Beata he was leaving the next morning. She was sad.
Fin booked a flight from Rome to Sao Paulo to deliver the stolen item. At the airport he changed into a cassock. Fin was prepared in case customs wanted to check his luggage. His suitcase was packed with albs and cassocks. Everything went smoothly and Fin was treated with reverence.

When Fin met Lyn Rodriguez at the bar of the Fasano Hotel he was dressed in his normal outfit - Armani from head to toe and completely in black.
Lyn had been impressed. It hadn't taken more than a months from contacting Adam to holding Mr. Brasileiro's alb in hand. He was going to continue doing business with Adam Granato.

Cagney Brasileiro was happy as a child when he finally received Pope Sixtus IV's alb. He added it to his vast collection of Pope Memorabilia, some of the items were legitimate acquired, others not.

© 2014

The Berkeley London, United Kingdom

Having passed The Berkeley numerous times and always tried to figure out what was behind the facade we researched if it was suitable for us and booked it finally. We also were aware it belongs to the Maybourne Group, which includes The Claridges and The Connaught.

The original site of The Berkeley was at the corner of Berkeley Street and Piccadilly. On 21.02.1972 the location moved to Wilton Place, where it is still today.

The doorman was already busy with other guests when we arrived. When entering we were greeted by an open fire and two club chairs in front of it. We turned left, passing the Blue Bar and found an attractive reception.

It was modern with a lot of space. We were asked to take a seat to check in. Our reservation was retrieved from a steamer trunk and we were offered a welcome drink of our choice. There was a fridge right beside the check in clerk from where he retrieved our Rauch orange juice. We were also asked what times we would like to have our room made up. The formalities completed we were given a quick tour of the hotel and brought to our room.

The room was large and facing Knightsbridge, Starwood's Luxury Collection Park Tower and the Mandarin Oriental. We had a little bet going on before checking in at The Berkeley and I had it right. Some people prefer views over St. Paul's Church of Knightsbridge. I assume it is quieter. We had just the one we wanted, spying on the "competition" and watch the comings and goings at our own hotel.

The decoration was masculine and art deco in brown, white, beige and gold tones. It felt warm and inviting and was very tasteful.

We had a huge king sized bed with Pratesi linen (very soft), a small wardrobe (definitely not suitable for long stays) and a writing desk, an octagonal coffee table, arm chair, credenza with mini bar, stocked with a half bottle of Krug Champagne (155 GBP / ca. 188.30 Euro / ca. 258.60 USD), Laurent Perrier for 36 GBP (ca. 43.80 Euro / ca. 60.05 USD), Evian water, Firefly soft drinks, Sunraysia juices, ranging from 4.60 GBP to 5 GBP (ca. 5.60 Euro to 6.10 Euro / ca. 7.70 USD to 8.35 USD) and much more.

The flat screen TV was from Philipps and matched the alarm clock. It was a bit too small to watch from the table, but it was ideal from the bed. The channel selection was very good, offering local, international and foreign language channels.

The tapestry was intricate with flower and plant prints. The details continued on one of the frames of the artwork - all depicting flowers.

The details continued throughout the room, for example there were black octagonal coasters and the sticker on the toilet paper was the same shape and colour.

The night stands were designed like miniature classic writing desks.

There were also Maybourne Group magazines and a Singaporean magazine for gentlemen.

The bathroom was large, fully marbled, with a bidet, toilet, bath tub and shower combination and a sink.

The amenities were by Bamford, all organic and made in England. It was our first time we came in contact with the company. We loved to use the products.

The bath tub wasn't very high, so climbing in and out was easy. There was also a function we have never seen before. There was a "waste" tap. To release the bath water it has to be lifted and turned anti clockwise.

The bath tub was comfortable and the shower easy to use.

When we requested more bath gel we received two bottles and in a larger size than before.

Turn down arrived every evening during our two night stay and included two free bottles of water.

There was also 24 hour room service available. A set breakfast started from 26 GBP (ca. 31.50 Euro or 43.25 USD), starters and desserts from 13 GBP (ca. 15.75 Euro or 21.65 USD) and main courses from 26 GBP.

We had breakfast here and it was absolutely delicious. All products were locally sourced and the breakfast is made in Pierre Koffmann's kitchen. My better half had the Continental Breakfast with hot chocolate, carrot juice, croissants, muffins, Danish, granary toast, butter and Berkeley own branded jams. I had a la carte Cappuccino, also a carrot juice and a Corned Beef Hash. The jams were slightly larger than usual. Overall the Continental Breakfast was deemed the best so far by him. I have to agree, having tried a few items.

The carrot juice was sweet and smooth.

The cappuccino just right - strong, smooth and an indulgent milky foam on top.

The Beef Hash looked like a cake and was served with roasted tomatoes, adding a nice acidity. It was different than the Hash I had enjoyed at the Marriott Wardman Park in Washington D.C. a few years back.

The set up was beautifully done and looked like we were in a fine dining room. There was enough space for the table. It was comfortable to sit at it after the member of staff placed the chairs for us. There was no bill to sign, but the cost was 72.50 GBP (ca. 87.95 Euro / ca. 120.80 USD).

On the day of our arrival we had a reservation for afternoon tea. I will write a more detailed review about that soon. It was served at the Caramel Room - the interior was designed by Alexandra Champalimaud - and is called Pret-a-Portea. What can we say? It was definitely delicious, interesting, generous, creative and unusual.

The hotel has also a Bamford Haybarn Spa on the 7th floor, massages start from 55 GBP (ca. 66.70 Euro or 91.65 USD) for a 25 minute Back, neck and shoulder massage. A full day spa experience costs 570 GBP (ca. 691.25 Euro or  949.40 USD).

There is a rooftop pool. It was turned into a winter wonderland until end of January. The experience was open for non-guests as long as it was booked in advance. It included a movie, while sipping coffee, tea or hot chocolate and being covered in Moncler blankets.

All restaurants, bar and the gift shop are located on the ground floor and as the receptionist said it's hard to get lost, because you always walk in a circle or square. There is the Blue Bar, which incooperates Edward Lutyents elements from the old Berkeley and was designed by David Collins, who sadly passed away last year unexpectedly. Passing through the bar leads to Pierre Koffmann.

Marcus Wareing is closed at the moment for renovation, but re-opens in April.

All the staff we encountered was friendly and genuinely interested in us.

Of course the price tag was high, but worth every penny.

The entrance category room we booked was larger than similar rooms in London or would be sold as suites in others.

The hotel is kept up immaculately and ingredients used are of the finest quality.

The beds are highly comfortable and softer than usual, guaranteeing a good night's rest.

The service is attentive.

For all this reasons we are going to return in the future.


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Intercontinental Park Lane, London, United Kingdom

After having stayed at the Intercontinental Park Lane last year we decided to return and use our Priority Club Points of the IHG's frequent traveller program, so I won't describe the hotel in full detail in this review.

At check in we were recognized as return guests and offered an upgrade to the Executive Club for 140 GBP (ca. 170.50 Euro or ca. 233.35 USD). We were only staying one night and were more out and about, so we thought we wouldn't need it. We were also asked what kind of newspaper we would like to have the next morning "light reading" or business. We decided to have the Financial Times. Late check out at 2 P.M. was offered pro-actively.

Our Superior Room was facing the Four Seasons Hotel on the opposite and was smaller than the Deluxe Room we had during our previous stay. It was also more classic and had a more homey feel. On our bookshelf were classics, like books by D.H. Lawrence and William Thackeray. There were different sketches of London landmarks, for example the Bank of England.

The bed and arm chair with ottoman were comfortable. There was space for two chairs at the writing desk, but only one was supplied.

The bathroom was of a small size. As always Agraria amenities were supplied, which we love to use.

When we returned from a trip to Harrods, English Braeburn Apples and a bottle of Welsh still water were waiting for us as welcome amenities. I was happy, because they are my favourite type of apples.

After a restful night we ordered the healthy breakfast from in room dining. We chose white and green tea, ginger lemon juice, egg white omelette with herbs, onion and pepper, granola, cereal, yoghurt, whole wheat toast and Frank Cooper jams.

Everything was delicious. We enjoyed especially the bread and omelette.

The breakfast was delivered on a table, which was too tight for the room. Neither of us could sit at it, so we had breakfast at the writing desk and arm chair. Maybe a smaller table or trays would be better in this case.

The cost was 67.50 GBP (ca. 82.20 Euro / ca. 112.50 USD) including service charge.

Soon it was time to check out. It was done quickly, effiecient and in a friendly manner.

Next time when we stay at the IC Park Lane, we are going to book the Deluxe Room or above categories, because these rooms are larger and more to our taste in terms of views, size and feel.

Overall, for a one night stay, being mostly out and about this time around, it's a great hotel in a great location.

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Aftermath

My better half told me "Worse Timing" wasn't finished and he wanted to know more, so I promised to write a follow up.


Coldham Fintan Noose II didn't recognize his wife Beverly anymore. Her dark brown hair and blue eyes were lifeless. She was withdrawn and barely talked. Had Coldham known how hard Beverly was taking the abortion, he wouldn't have suggested it so non chalant. He was sure they would have coped somehow with a third child, even if it would have been only twenty two months younger than their oldest son. Coldham felt guilty. He still didn't care about the child. Two kids were more than enough. Coldham wanted to see his wife happy. Having left her without a real choice, he had caused the problems facing them. Coldham didn't know how to solve the issue.

Beverly felt like she had dropped into a big black hole and didn't know how to escape it. She didn't want to talk about it with Coldham, because she thought he wouldn't understand her. Everyday life was very hard. Getting up was tough - near to impossible. Even taking care of Mike, her youngest son, which she had previously loved to do, seemed too much. Beverly neglected the household chores and Fin, her eldest son. Coldham tried to at least give Fin some attention. Fin saw his father as an unsuitable replacement for his mother and tried to cling to her. He was rebuffed. It hurt and to get at least noticed by Beverly he was into a lot of mischief or cried a lot. His parents felt overwhelmed by Fin being so difficult. Mike, who was only eight months old, picked up the tensions and also cried very fast.

The situation became so unbearable that Coldham asked his mother in law Zelda, if she could come for a while and look after Fin and the household. She was a house wife, while her husband Solomon was a miner. They lived in Maryland. Zelda agreed. It had been hard for Coldham to ask for help. First he was very proud and didn't like to show any weakness, second he couldn't stand Zelda.

Zelda kept the household in top condition and spent a lot of time with nineteen months old Fin, reading fairy tales and other picture books to him, spoiling him with apple strudel and other sweet bakery goodies and teaching him a few German words.

She was worried about her daughter, but since nobody told her the reason of Beverly's depression, she assumed it was down to baby blues. Zelda had been weepy for a couple of weeks after Beverly's birth and could feel for her daughter. Unfortunately Zelda couldn't stay unlimited and had to return home. Beverly's depression hadn't improved. Very unhappy Coldham asked his own mother Lil to take over the household. He was at the end of his tethers and didn't know what to do anymore.
Lil engaged Beverly and tried to get her talking.


It was 09.09.1979 - the day the baby would have been due. Coldham had conveniently taken off for the weekend with friends, going on a fishing trip. He couldn't face the gloomy atmosphere and thought Beverly would be very upset. His wife had kept too much bottled up. She felt guilty, sad and hated her husband. She held him partly responsible for the abortion and thought he didn't care about her or what she was going through. Beverly had been staying in bed for most of the day and didn't want to be disturbed. Every noise, no matter if it was clattering in the kitchen, the flush of the toilet, Mike's screams or Fin's laughter, was unbearable and too loud. Beverly pulled Coldham's pillow over her ears, so she didn't have to hear.

Coldham didn't expect Beverly's outburst when he returned. It was late at night and he thought everyone was sleeping. Instead Coldham found Beverly in the kitchen, making tea. When Coldham's wife turned around to face him, he took an involuntary step back, when he saw her look. It was full of anger and hatred. Coldham was glad looks couldn't kill. "You bastard!" Beverly shouted at him, her face contorting with rage. She grabbed the next best thing within her reach. It was her mug. Thank goodness it was unfilled yet and Coldham managed to dodge it. The mug exploded into many splitters when it crashed against the wall. "Do you know what day today is? I bet you have no clue!" Coldham's eyes filled with tears - not because of the baby - because he hated to see his wife suffer. "Of course I know what day today is! You should be by now the size of a whale and on the way to give birth." Beverly was hurt by Coldham's comparison with a whale. She knew he didn't find her especially attractive, when she was pregnant. Indignant she pulled open one of the drawers and chose a spatula. Beverly was furious, shrieked like a banshee and attacked Coldham with the spatula, not caring where it landed or if it was painful. They struggled for a moment. It didn't take Coldham long to overwhelm Beverly and force her to drop the kitchen utensil. He pressed her hard against him. Coldham's mouths was just inches away from Beverly's mouth. He bent over and kissed her. At first Beverly fought hard against the kiss and the restrain, but soon gave up and replied in kind. Beverly and Coldham were tearing at their clothing and had rough sex on the floor. Afterwards they went up to their bedroom and fell asleep.
The next morning Beverly felt much better and saw for the first time for months light at the end of the tunnel. Beverly studied her husband. He was asleep and looked very young. He was only twenty six after all and one and a half months younger than herself. Beverly didn't know how long she watched over Coldham. He began to stir. Without pre-amble she said: "We have to talk." Coldham agreed. They spoke about their guilt and pain. The couple also agreed they didn't want more children, so they made sure they used always a form of contraception.
Having cleared the air built the stepping stone of Beverly's recovery and healing process for both. The crisis had made them stronger. They learned from it and were much more open with each other. A year after the abortion there were no signs of distrust or that Coldham's and Beverly's relationship had been on the rocks.


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Drivers

If you are interested what Mr. Noose's intentions are, please read "The Heirloom". Other stories relating to this are "Chastity and the Stairmaster", "Bragging Rights","Talk inside the shed", "Talk outside the shed", "Just checking" and "Just confirming".


The slapping sound seemed unnaturally loud in the confines of the car. Harvey Thompson was immediately sorry the moment he hit Johnny Loesing.
Normally Harvey didn't lose his temper and was an excellent asset to the limousine rental company he worked for.
The Loesing children were a nightmare, though, and meant nothing but trouble since the beginning. They were rude, late, told lies and treated Harvey with disdain. They had spread honey in his shoes and used the car as their personal trash can, causing additional work for Harvey, who was responsible for the cleanliness of the Bentley.
Harvey had been warned by his colleagues, who had for some time also worked for the Loesing's since the original driver retired. Of course he didn't believe them. The kids couldn't be such monsters as they were described to him. Unfortunately the others were right. Harvey saw his job disappear.

The car had barely stopped, when Johnny opened the door and ran into the house. His father had arrived earlier that day from a business trip and hadn't gone back straight to his office. Harvey could imagine what was going to happen in the next few minutes. It didn't take long and Mr. Loesing asked him to come to his home office. Harvey's boss Stephen Charlton was on the phone and the loud speakers were on. Kenneth Loesing was in his late fifties, bald and had blue eyes. He sat fairly erect in his executive chair. He had a craggy face and was even more frowning than usual. Kenneth invited Harvey to take a seat. "Can you please explain why you slapped my son Johnny?" Kenneth was keeping his temper in check. Knowing his sons, he assumed they weren't innocent, even though Johnny had cried and claimed he hadn't done anything. Since Wylie, Johnny and Javier had managed to get rid of nine other drivers, he didn't believe them. Kenneth didn't know with whom he was more angry: His sons or Harvey.
Wylie, Kenneth's thirteen year old son, had most likely encouraged his younger brother to do something stupid. Johnny and Javier were gullible enough to follow his lead.
Kenneth expected his employees were capable and self-controlled. If someone punished his children physically, it was Kenneth himself.
Harvey hadn't said a word yet. "So?" Kenneth inquired. "I'm really sorry, Mr. Loesing. I acted rash and lost my temper. There is no excuse for it. Stephen, I'm quitting." "Now, now, Harvey. Tell me first what Johnny did to earn your wrath." Kenneth soothed. Harvey didn't want to talk about it. His career was over anyway. After a little prodding Harvey told what happened. "We were driving on North St. Augustine Road, when Johnny grabbed the wheel. He wouldn't let go. We nearly ended up in a ditch. I was furious and scared. I over reacted." Kenneth sighed. He couldn't keep the driver, but felt sorry for him. He decided to put in a good word for Harvey, when he spoke with Stephen. "Unfortunately I have to fire you, Harvey. Please leave all the car keys on the desk." "Harvey, I want to discuss the situation with me in the office." Stephen told his employee. Harvey fought with tears. He loved his job and was dependent on it. He thought he would never again drive customers.
While Harvey was on the way to headquarters, Kenneth asked Stephen not to fire Harvey and also advised he wouldn't press charges.

While Stephen was coming down hard on Harvey, but letting him keep the job, Kenneth was still thinking about his own problems. He was fuming. Kenneth knew exactly he wasn't going to find a new driver and that he had to drive himself to work. Mrs. Flo, the house keeper, would have to do the school run. Kenneth went looking for her to discuss the situation. Mrs. Flo, an attractive red head, agreed readily.  The only issue left was Kenneth's mother's mode of transport and dealing with his errand son. Normally Kenneth didn't like asking his wife Anna to take over chores, but there was no help for it. He found her painting in the garden.
With a bit of grumbling she agreed to drive Kenneth's mother. Kenneth promised Anna in return a new jewellery piece from Harry Winston, when they were in New York.
Anna left the discipline of their sons to Kenneth and didn't care especially what Wylie, Johnny and Javier were up to. The apple of her eye was her daughter Adrien.

Kenneth snatched the boys and lectured them. "I know Willie means a lot to you and I understand you want him back as your chauffeur, but he is now over seventy and can't fulfil the job any longer. He has deserved his retirement after serving us for over twenty five years. We might not be able to find a new driver now that you all contributed to us having a very bad reputation. Willie is definitely not returning; no matter what you do. I also can't take you serious anymore, because you promised each time we found a replacement you would behave. I'm very disappointed in all of you!" Calmer Kenneth told Johnny: "Let's go for a walk." Johnny blanched. He wasn't sure if the invite meant they were heading for the shed and he was going to get a spanking or simply a talk. Johnny shrugged. There was only one way to find out. With hanging head Johnny followed his father.

They were walking in the direction of the shed. Johnny swallowed hard. It had been quite a while since his father had bent him over his knees. For a moment Johnny thought about running away. He gave up on the idea quickly. Even if he ran away he would have to scale the wall to get out. And then what?

Kenneth Loesing opened the door, switched on the light and took out the "spanking" chair. "Take a seat." He ordered his son. Johnny was tall for his age and had chestnut hair. His brothers and he had a mix of their parents' facial features and looked similar; only the hair colour was different - ranging from dark brown to dark blond.
Johnny was surprised. Normally his father went straight down to business. He obeyed. "Okay, Johnny. Do you think you deserve that I warm up your bottom for you?" Johnny didn't know what to say. He had done something dangerous and his father reminded him of that. As hard as it was Johnny had to admit it was a spankable offence, so he nodded in agreement and said: "Yes, sir." "I like you are taking responsibility and showing matureness, so I won't spank you this time around, but be warned! If we find a driver and should I ever hear you have misbehaved or mistreated the new employee, you will end up with a smarting behind! Is that understood?" "Yes, sir." "Good. I hope this was the last time I have to discuss this with you. If I have to you are going to be very sorry! You can also tell this your brothers. Now to your punishment. I think a grounding is in order. No TV and no phone for the next two weeks." Johnny wanted to protest, but thought he better shouldn't push his luck.
Kenneth was glad Johnny had reacted mature. He had stopped spanking his two older sons when they reached the age of ten, thinking they were too old for it. Kenneth didn't want to start again, but if the boys were disobeying him after numerous warnings in regards to the driver, he would reconsider. First he had to find one, though.

The next morning Kenneth asked his personal assistant Brian Caspermeyer to advertise state wide for the newly available position. Brian didn't say a word, but Kenneth could read Brian's mind. The PA was wondering how this could have happened again.  Kenneth explained what had happened. Brian saw bleak that Mr. Loesing was finding a new driver.
Nearly six weeks after first placing the position Brian received a call. Someone was interested and offered to send in the CV.

Coldham Fintan Noose III had good credentials and was the only one applying, so he was immediately invited for an interview. Brian thought the driver was gone in two weeks, max.
Kenneth introduced himself and offered Mr. Noose a seat. He was tall, elegantly dressed and had light ash blond hair and blue grey eyes. They went through his resume together. Coldham, as Kenneth called Mr. Noose, had been growing up in Miami, studied for a year Business and Psychology, but dropped out to pursue his Commercial Driver’s License and a training course for limousine drivers. He had worked for two years at a limousine rental company, driving anything from a Cadillac to stretch limousines and a Mercedes S-Class. "What did your clients most appreciate about you?" "My punctuality and reliability. Mr. Sabini, my former boss, can vouch for it." "Why did you change from a rental company to a private household?" "Monday Scannell was a regular customer in Miami. He always asked for me and one day made me a good offer, so I took it. He has a large car collection. I used to drive frequently a classic Porsche, a Lexus Limousine and a BMW 7 series car and many others, depending on his demands." "And why are you interested in this job?" "I've moved here recently. My girlfriend is local. I met her in Houston. She has finished her studies and returned to Dallas, so I wanted to be near her. Working for Mr. Scannell showed me I prefer to work for one person and his family instead of a big company and constantly changing customers." Kenneth explained what duties Mr. Noose would have to carry out. He also tested the driver's skills. Mr. Noose passed. They then discussed benefits, pay, vacations and so on.
When Coldham left Kenneth asked Brian about his opinion. The PA thought Mr. Noose was calm and collected and made overall a good impression. Kenneth asked Brian to do a background check on Mr. Noose and to get the driver's former employers on the phone. If all added up, Mr. Noose was going to get the job. Everything fell into place, so Kenneth asked Brian to give Mr. Noose the good news. He didn't have an idea that the driver wasn't what he claimed to be and that Mr. Noose had his own agenda.

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