As my husband and I are both hoteliers, I often get asked if we named our daughter, ELOISE, after the ever popular children’s books series by Kay Thompson. In short, we did not not not. But just like the precocious Plaza resident, our Eloise is learning early on that Oooooooooo she absolutely loves loves loves nice Hotels.
It seems that Eloise may be a city child. In her first yellow taxi ride from Penn Station to Four Seasons Hotel New York, she squealed with laughter and ooohhhed and aaawwed at all the sights seen through the window. At traffic lights, she waved to fellow taxi passengers as if to tell the City- Bonjour! Je suis arrivé….
News of her recent 1st birthday had filtered to the Hotel staff who welcomed her with celebration for her crowning achievement. Reception presented a basket overflowing with stuffed animals, all hoping to be her newest favourite toy of the minute. After some convincing, and prying other beloved stuffed animals from her locked fingers, a sock monkey joined our troop as we went up up up to the 27th floor.
Although Eloise shared a room with us, it was set as if she was travelling alone. We found our room stocked with a beautiful crib, child’s duvet and matching bumper pads, high chair, baby food, bathmat, toys, soap, powder, shampoo, lotion, I♥ NYC t-shirt… and a personalised birthday cake.
Sometimes Eloise has a temper fit. But not very often.
After three nights in the city that never sleeps, it was time to load up the yellow taxi with our overstuffed bags and head back to Newark Airport for the final leg of the journey.