Bookends

It didn't occur to me until we'd left NZ that our time away would be bookended by stays in luxury hotels.
Singapore's Park Hotel on Clarke Quay epitomized decadent affluence (Caroline Gill and I stayed here while doing IB training last year, thanks StP!). White suited flunkies everywhere - to deal with luggage, press lift buttons, anticipate door openings... And the outdoor pool two storeys above ground level was rather pleasant.

And our final stop on this trip will be in San Francisco at the upmarket (well, it cost enough to be) Club Donatello.

Otherwise, it's all apartments and transit hotels, such as the aptly named Mr Bed on the outskirts of Paris.

Nothing wrong with apartment living though. here's a pic of our home in Paris for the next few days.

PS: I've just remembered the not-so-good bit about luxury hotels: the mirrored elevators. There is NOWHERE to hide...