Raffles Hotel... just the name conjures up iconic pictures of colonial style grandeur from various books I have read over the years. As I stepped under the teak verandah into the courtyard I felt charmed by this grand dame of old Singapore.
Liveried Sikh Doorman
There is a sense of having slipped back through time, especially when an impeccably dressed manager in the uniform of a bygone era sweeps along the corridor followed by hurrying, harried minions. There is an air of elegance and sophistication that is inviting rather than intimidating.
Little oval plaques describe the restoration of the hotel which has many of the original furnishings. Comfortable chairs overlook the gardens and in intimate groupings in front of vista windows.
Quite unexpectedly, as I wandered into the courtyard, everything appeared to go several shades darker as the heavens opened and a torrential storm of rain swept in, reaching its aqua fingers right under the canopy and threatening to soak me.
There was nothing for it, I was FORCED to take refuge in the bakery/patisserie where I was served a heavenly 'breakfast' of tea, freshly squeezed orange juice and a melt in the mouth strawberry and vanilla Danish pastry. Mmmmmmmm!
As there were a number of corporate events taking place, some of the areas I'd wanted to visit were closed to the public. I decided to return the next day for a drink in the Billiard Room followed by a delightful light lunch in the courtyard. Interestingly, as a single diner, a selection of current magazines were placed on my table. I noticed that couples at other tables weren't engaged in conversation. So perhaps I got the best deal once I'd had my fill of admiring the architecture, soaking up the ambience and people watching since I was also able to read a variety of interesting travel articles!
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