I fell under the spell of the Connaught some years ago, and the Coburg Bar remains my favourite bar in town.  From the moment you enter the hotel lobby, you are cocooned in a place that has been dedicated to the finer things in life since the nineteenth century.  

At Christmas, the hotel is generously decorated in a manner befitting its heritage:  winter greenery, golden baubles and little white lights adorn the 1897 open well staircase and the fireplaces with immaculate elegance.  

This year, my friend and I lingered at the fireside for “just one more” glass of champagne and relished the warm, intimate atmosphere of a traditional London Christmas.