Esprit de Noël

Her publicist offers a couple of days in London in December, for an interview opportunity, so we meet for tea. In the holiday season, the tearoom at Claridge’s hotel becomes sumptuous and Dickensian. Log fires are a-crackling, teacups are a-clinking, adorable little choirboys in gowns and ruffs are a-caroling « God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen » with their mouths in cartoon Os. The state of bonhomie is so heightened, you suspect there’s something besides bergamot in the Earl Grey tea.

Vicki Woods  Parker Power Vogue May 2010