Just round the corner from the German embassy, the Hari Belgravia wouldn’t automatically make you think ‘child-friendly’. It’s calm, quiet, with tan leather furniture, plush cushions and polished hardwood floor in the lobby. There are sleek and efficient staff at every turn, and the hush of an upmarket area. I began to feel a little concerned that my five and two year old may create a bit of a scene and upset the well-heeled Belgravia locals – of course the second we arrived my daughter had what could be described as a noisy protest, and for a brief minute I really wished I was in a Travelodge. But full respect to the staff, who charmingly brushed aside my concerns, took our luggage and escorted us upstairs.
