Americans increasingly go gaga for the Cotswolds because it’s become the unofficial stage set for anyone looking to cosplay a Nancy Meyers holiday film in real life (guilty as charged, this editor must confess). But on a recent visit to Lucknam Park, a sprawling Cotswolds estate-turned-hotel, what I kept overhearing wasn’t about Cameron Diaz sweaters or Jude Law’s spectacles.
It was about money — and taste — and, more importantly, the rare places that manage to marry the two.
A great solo travel tip spotted this week on Luxury Travel Advisor.
