We moved to London in January 2011. For two weeks we slept in a dark and empy flat until I mustered the courage to ask my boss if we could stay at a hotel until our wayward sea and air shipments arrived. As soon as he said yes, we galloped over to
Cannizaro House with Tallulah, our dog. She fell in love, especially after we gave her one of the large rabbit shaped butter cookies from the tin because we misunderstood and were
convinced these were dog biscuits. Ever since she is smitten with Cannizaro House and wouldn't stay anywhere else.
It's a cozy hotel with less than 50 rooms, formerly owned by an Italian nobleman and now that Spring has arrived, the trees are spectacular. They treated us with gentle loving care when we desperately needed it.
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