Patricia, companion in Belgravia
Linen and florals in daylight, something plainer after eight.
- Age
- 28
- Her district
- Belgravia
- An hour opens at
- £250
- Arrives
- Suites and private addresses
- Height
- 172 cm
- Hair
- long auburn brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Figure
- slim
- Languages
- English
About Patricia
Patricia dresses as though summer were a permanent condition. She is 172 cm, slim and brown eyed, her auburn brown hair long, and in daylight she is in linen and florals with it pinned off her face. After eight she turns plainer, darker and rather more formal, and the change is noticeable enough that guests comment on it. Both versions are entirely her. She is slim and carries herself lightly, and she never looks as though she has dressed for an occasion.
She is twenty-eight. Her one language is English and she uses it lightly. A serious question gets a short answer first and a better one a moment later. She is well travelled and quiet about it. Swimming in open water is her real enthusiasm, and she will describe a cold morning in the sea with more feeling than she gives to any restaurant. She is discreet by instinct and does not name places, hotels or people, which is a habit picked up abroad. She is calm company on a difficult day and has no interest in drama of any kind.
Belgravia is home and she treats its streets as her own. Dinner is at The Thomas Cubitt on Elizabeth Street, a corner house with a small dining room upstairs where the noise from below does not reach and a table can be kept all evening. She likes the walk there past the shops on Elizabeth Street, which are shut by then and lit, and the walk back through the white squares afterwards. She orders early, eats properly, and lets the evening settle into its own pace.
Three hours is what she suggests, and she is right. Hotels and private houses across Belgravia and Sloane Square are her ground. One message naming the day is enough for her to be confirmed.
- 172 cm, slim
- Long auburn brown hair, brown eyes
- Twenty-eight, English speaking
- Open water swimming, travel, linen in summer
- Lives in Belgravia
Booking her evening
Patricia prefers evenings that include dinner, and the upstairs room on Elizabeth Street is worth a day's notice. Daytime bookings are possible at the weekend.
Her figures are the house figures, printed in full on the rates page, and the whole arrangement runs in one thread from the first line to the confirmation.
Also on this wall
An evening with Patricia
Patricia's evening is a Belgravia evening in the old sense: a short walk, one restaurant, and no intention of going anywhere else afterwards. She meets you at the hotel and walks if it is dry, which in her case means unless it is actually raining.
The small room upstairs is the point. It holds a handful of tables, the service is attentive without hovering, and an evening there can run to three hours without anyone suggesting otherwise. She is calm, funny in an understated way and genuinely interested in the parts of your life that are not work. Afterwards the squares are lit and empty, and she circles them slowly, still talking. The end of the evening is handled the way she handles everything, quietly and on time.
Patricia, in her own words
Because it is cold and honest and you cannot think about anything else while you are in it.
Obviously. But London in November has its own wardrobe and I have made my peace with it.
Three hours. Dinner upstairs takes two and the walk home should never be rushed. Two hours over dinner, then the streets between the square and the door, which deserve more of the evening than anybody gives them.
Where she sits
In the margin
The remarks card for Patricia is still blank, which is usually what discretion looks like. A note appears here only when a guest writes one, she agrees to it, and the house has checked that it reads as a first name, a month and nothing private.