Where to Stay in Marylebone | Montagu Place Hotel
Want to know where to stay in Marylebone? Well, if Marylebone was a person, I think it would be a wayward, rather eccentric uncle. Clothed in a tweed jacket with elbow patches, a handlebar moustache and pipe hanging from his lips, he would smell faintly of earth and whiskey, tell fantastic tales of otherworldly adventures and always have a smile in his eyes. Disclaimer: We were invited guests of Montagu Place Hotel, but my (very many) opinions are only ever my own, and I would never recommend anywhere that I wouldn’t happily revisit – in fact I’d quite like to move in there…

He would bring quirky, luxury gifts with faraway stories, read newspapers with intensity and then disappear again with a moments notice. He would know all the best places for everything, stride along Marylebone High Street with aplomb and sip black coffee with just a touch of cream (none of those fancy Flat White things).
Why am I blathering on like this? Possibly just because I have a over active imagination, and possibly because it’s entirely possible to spot characters just like this whilst frequenting W1. With this in mind, a couple of weeks ago a sunny staycation with a few hours exploring the quirky, quiet Marylebone area was just what the doctor ordered. We awoke late, packed an overnight satchel each, hopped on a train and booked ourselves in to a much needed back massage at the experienced hands of a Marylebone spa.

Stretched and soothed into expressions glowing with relaxation, we floated (well, it felt that way) along the road to check-in to the Montagu Place Hotel as our home for the evening.



We especially adored the subtle touches of luxury and care; a 2-cup cafetiere for coffee, ornate table lamps with plenty of pillow-side phone chargers (essential for Tweeting and Instagram addictions y’know), Molton Brown shampoo and conditioners, plenty of towels (especially necessary when you’re a girl of long hair), a collection of recent magazines and fantastic water pressure. We both felt like we were living in our own little luxury townhouse paradise.



Suitably tired, we pootled up to our warm, lovely room and simply sunk our tired bones in for the evening as twilight fell. Breakfast the next morning was almost too pretty to eat – warm croissants and scrambled eggs soon filling our plates with freshly made coffee steaming by the side. The staff were unconditionally friendly (the cook laughingly chiding another couple who didn’t have coffee) and couldn’t have been more helpful, even giving us a map with shopping recommendations (causing Mr Kiwi’s eyebrows to disappear into his hairline).

We do love discovering new nooks and crannies like this stunning row of terrace houses overlooking the Chiltern Firehouse…


