In the same handsome crescent that houses the Western Marble Arch Synagogue, a gorgeous boutique hotel has arisen.
Part of the Pride of Britain consortium, it opened less than a year ago with 82 rooms built within a run of seven listed Georgian buildings and a pair of mews houses. Original features have been retained, but a contemporary vibe prevails in the public areas.
Many places claim to be child-friendly but this self-styled 'Luxury Family Hotel' just outside the village of Abberley, near Birmingham, is geared up for families. Everything you don't want to carry such as sterlisers and bottles can be borrowed and there is a crèche packed with toys and books. The staff instantly put my two-year-old at ease as did the resident dog, George, and the sleepy hotel cat, Tickle.
The hotel opened in 2007 and manages to combine old imperial grandeur with the mod cons of new Russia.
Built on the site of the former Intourist Hotel, (where foreigners stayed during Soviet times) on the renowned Tverskaya Street, it has a superb location; within walking distance of Red Square, the Bolshoi Theatre and the trendy shops – handy, as taxis are incredibly expensive.
The property, managed by the American Ritz-Carlton Hotel Company, has 334 guest rooms, enriched with dark red cherry wood and marble.
A lipstick red, baby grand piano reclines in the vast white marbled reception area. Look up, and above you are 20 glamorous floors of luxury, each with a seemingly endless array of unobtrusive staff, making sure that everything is just so.
This is the fabulous Oberoi Mumbai, in the heart of the up-scale business and shopping district and one of three hotels attacked by terrorists in November 2008. In April 2010, the Oberoi re-opened after a $40 million makeover, and boy, does it show.
With its considerable style and comfort and W1 location, it's a mystery why the Marylebone Hotel remains a well-kept secret. Perhaps because, disguised by a grim '60s facade on one of the anonymous, shop-less streets which run behind the Oxford Street department stores, it is unrecognisable from the street as a four-star hostelry.
No matter how hot the weather - and when I was last in Israel last month it was well into the nineties - or how wearying the antics of other Israeli hotel chains, the minute one steps into a Dan Hotel, everything feels cool, calm, collected.
My favourite is the Dan Tel Aviv, where I've stayed four times now.
As with all the best rendezvous, being there makes you feel excited and tranquil, both at once.
Is it possible to live up to guests' expectations when a room costs £900 a night and your name is synonymous with the very finest in hospitality?
The answer, in the case of the Cipriani, is not only live up to, but in many respects exceed, expectations.
Relatively small – it has 79 rooms and suites – low-key and on an island in the Venice Lagoon, a six-minute trip by shuttle boat from St Mark's Square, the hotel works very hard to be a very grand, but a very comfortable home-from-home for guests who have luxury hardwired into their DNA.