Part III. I had a one-night stay at Kenwood Hall, now a Best Western (Plus). The hotel was fantastically unimpressive - just like any other Best Western you can imagine. But a stroll along the grounds revealed the former majesty of the estate where George Wostenholm lived. There are parts of it where you can still find indications of the original owner:
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The original parts of it are still quite wonderful (the second photo is a view from my room):
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When I had checked in and realized that I didn't have anything to shave with, I went to the front desk to request something. I was given a truly terrible disposable razor kit that can only come from a hotel, and the worker at the desk said as he gave it to me "here you go, the best razor that money can't buy". I don't even think he was aware of the monumental irony of the situation. It was a bit reminiscent, for those who have seen The Grand Budapest Hotel, of one of the final scenes where the hotel is in an ugly modern drab and the new concierge has just gone missing.