Locket and key
A twinkle away from Upper Street’s boutiques and bijoux eateries is a gemstone whose every facet whispers for a closer look. Think ornate mirrors, plump velvet cushions, dusky wooden floors a-wink with daylight. But for all its fine rococo flourishes, Grantbridge Street is not overwrought. There’s a natural beauty to each shuttered window and lustrous spotlight, and if the rustic table is knowingly tarnished, the gold-hued wallpaper is glossily, breathlessly unblemished. So forget your cares as the sun sets through your champagne flute, or be in London’s glittering West End in an exquisite ten minutes.
Your hostess sparkles in the world of consultancy. She also possesses a keen eye for art, garnishing her already-gorgeous home with treasures lovelier still. When the sun shines, she loves walking beside the Regent's canal which is just five minutes from her home.
Spare a lengthy glance for the elegance of the other Georgian terraces beyond your grand windows as you glide across the sitting room’s floorboards. While the industrial lamps work to throw a warming gleam over the ornate mirrors, lofty cornices and shapely dining table, you can relax on the adjoining sitting room's velvet-cushioned sofa. Or pluck a book and pass a gentle afternoon in the garden.
And when the moon begins to silver the silhouettes, you’ll admire the languid sophistication of the master’s French mirror, the zing of the wallpaper and the dusky shine of the rich, mahogany furniture.