There really is nothing quite like a hotel. Holiday accommodation comes in many different flavours these days – from staying in a stranger’s spare room to renting a fancy house. But a hotel is different: it’s stepping into a different world, where different rules apply. People do stuff for you. There is food. There is drink. If you want, there is food and drink, delivered to your room. There are turndowns. There are drench showers. There is the simple pleasure of the “do not disturb” sign, and its virtuous twin, “please clean”.
A good hotel can make a holiday – heck, a good hotel can be the holiday. I once lived in a Dublin hotel for two weeks for work-related reasons and I’m not going to lie: it was brilliant, and what I imagine being a minor member of royalty feels like.
