In 1969, in the days of Bowie and the Rolling Stones, this small hotel opened its doors, making it London’s first boutique hotel. It was a new idea, a hip little place, not dull and formal like other hotels, but relaxed and friendly with lots of colour and a bohemian feel. These days, not much has changed, and it remains a popular base for artists, movie stars and musicians, who come for its seductive combination of privacy, informality and style. It stands in the middle of Notting Hill, peacefully hidden away on a side street, with Portobello Road and the shops and cafés of Westbourne Grove a short stroll. The sitting room has a beautiful pine bay window, then fresh flowers, deep sofas and an honesty bar, and you can eat here, too, perhaps a Greek salad, a club sandwich, butternut squash ravioli. Colourful bedrooms hit the spot. Lots have claw-foot baths, you’ll find antique furniture, coffee machines, robes in the bathroom, sofas in bigger rooms; those at the back overlook communal gardens. A refurbishment is underway, with six chic rooms already completed. Good restaurants are nearby.