Today we left the Parker hotel to try out some other place with a different atmosphere, but I can't just leave you with that... this place needs to be seen.
It could be in fact be called Instagram hotel... everywhere you look there's a photo that demands to be taken.
... gold finger... (did I tell you we bumped into Dame Shirley Bassey at the airport... not physically bumped into her, but you know what I mean... and we totally kick ourselves we didn't ask for a photo!)
(we're totalling stealing the glass coloured idea. Totally)
I love that head/vase thing.
And all that is just the lobby!
Our room was cool but I forgot to take a picture when it was all tidy so let's stick to the bathroom...
(Bonkers wallpaper and Richard Burton on the wall)
(those tiles.. oh those tiles..)
I'll show you the new place another time for now let me take you instead to the amazing house that Elvis the Pelvis used to rent and where him and Priscilla spent their honeymoon in... a.m.a.z.i.n.g.... and totally frozen in time.
... the King's actual bed... how mad is that?
Mike, the guide/Elvis man knew everything there was to know and we sat for ages in that room chatting.
Yes I sat on Elvis' bed.
No Mike was not dressed like Elvis Presley.
It's so sad the dude died at only 42yrs old. I mean he's was born the same year as my father in law.
Elvis could be my father in law. Now that would be cool.
And totally weird, right?