No. 18 · The Selection · age 28
Patricia on Manchester Square
Three paintings chosen slowly, tea under glass, and an old thriller she will not spoil.
Available today Unhurried evenings, planned a day or two out
- Age
- 28
- Height
- 172 cm · 5 ft 8 in
- Hair
- Long auburn brown
- Eyes
- Brown
- Figure
- Slim
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- Belgravia
Profile updated September 2026 · portraits checked in person
Behind the glass
Manchester Square is one of the quietest corners of W1, and Patricia loves it for exactly that. She is slim and 172 cm; her hair, a long fall of auburn brown, catches copper in daylight, and her brown eyes soften the moment she starts listening. Her clothes lean romantic: a floral wrap dress, a linen shirt, a cardigan across her shoulders, flat shoes for the walk and a heel tucked away for later.
Gentle and attentive, she notices small things: the book in your coat pocket, the tiredness in your voice, the fact that you prefer the window seat. Late twenties, soft spoken in English, she paints in watercolour, mostly skies, and spends Sunday afternoons in secondhand bookshops. For a night in she chooses a black and white thriller with a femme fatale and rain on every street.
An afternoon with her starts at the Wallace Collection, the grand townhouse on Manchester Square full of old masters, armour and porcelain, where she will stand you in front of The Laughing Cavalier and ask why he is not actually laughing. Afterwards, tea in the glass roofed courtyard, then a slow walk along Marylebone High Street, stopping at every bookshop window on the way. She never rushes a room, and she never lets you rush one either. Somewhere in her bag there is always a pencil, just in case a sky needs noting.
Patricia lives in Belgravia and meets guests across Marylebone and the rest of W1. Quiet evenings are her preference, asked for a day or two ahead. Write through booking and mention a book you have loved.
Patricia's ladder
Whole pounds for whole hours, and the figure shown is the figure paid. Travel inside Zones 1 and 2 comes included; every term sits on the rates page.
| Length | Fee | Good for | Message |
|---|---|---|---|
| One hour60 min | £250 | A drink in the bar or an hour of talk upstairs | Ask |
| Ninety minutes90 min | £400 | Unhurried, with time for a second glass | Ask |
| Two hours2 hrs | £500 | Dinner nearby and the stroll back to your hotel | Ask |
| Three hours3 hrs | £700 | A show and a late supper, or a long night in | Ask |
| Dinner date4 hrs | £900 | Four hours built around a proper table | Ask |
| Overnight10 hrs | £1,800 | Ten hours, late evening through to breakfast | Ask |
| WeekendFri to Sun | On request | Priced around your plans by the desk | Ask |
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Hello, I would like to book Patricia on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
Patricia after dark
Three o'clock in the square, the plane trees just beginning to turn. Inside the collection she moves slowly from room to room, reading few labels but choosing three paintings to really look at. She tells you why she picked them, and the reason is always a surprise.
Tea in the courtyard, beneath the glass, with a slice of cake you will end up sharing. Then out into Marylebone, where she drifts from bookshop to bookshop and emerges from each with nothing in her hands and a new recommendation for you. Dinner is somewhere small, with candles and a waiter who remembers her name. Afterwards, if the evening is mild, she walks you back the long way, telling you the plot of an old thriller she thinks you would love, but never, ever the ending.
Patricia, asked
Skies, mostly. They change every ten minutes, so I have to be quick, and I am never quite satisfied with the result.
The Third Man. The zither, the shadows, that last long shot down the avenue. Watch it with every light in the room switched off.
Any shop where the owner has read everything and is happy to argue about it over a cup of tea.
What guests wrote
This pane has no guest notes yet. They go up after genuine bookings only, once the desk has checked them; each carries a first name and when it was written, nothing explicit, and Patricia can ask for any of them to come off the glass.
- 5 min readDurrants and the old Marylebone manner, from the panelled bar to breakfastWood panels, deep armchairs and porters who remember a name. The Georgian hotel behind the Wallace Collection, how its manners shape an evening, and who to invite along.
- 5 min readFront doors on a Georgian terrace: the small hotels of MaryleboneGeorgian terraces turned into small hotels, where a knock on the door feels like calling at a private address. Three to know, what sets them apart, and how an evening visit works.
