Women have needs. Basic needs. Especially when traveling. I need quality meals, a good glass of wine and access to fine chocolates. I need, whenever possible, a fancy hotel with a really big bed (extra pillows a plus) and a down comforter, a deep tub and a staff eager to please me.

OK, I don't need these things…I want these things. They are the ultimate escape from my middle class existence. And I recently got these things on a self-indulgent visit to London, a city perfectly well equipped to meet both my wants and my needs (well, with the exception of maybe a few unmentionable categories).

I was passing through London on my way to the island of Jersey in the English Channel. Rather than run through Heathrow for a connecting flight, I planned a four day layover of pure relaxation: sleeping in, walking in the park, dining, dining and a little more walking in the park to work off all the dining. Here's a good template if you're looking to do the same…

Day One

The Halkin Hotel in London

Arrive Heathrow late afternoon, take the express train into the city and grab a big black cab to the quiet but fabulous Halkin hotel in the Belgravia section of London, midway between Knighstbridge and Mayfair. The Georgian-style façade disguises a much more modern hotel with polished marble floors and arched windows in the lobby. Each floor is designed to mimic the colors of the elements: water, air, fire, earth and sky and the rooms themselves are tastefully and simply decorated. I recommend spending a lot of time lounging in the generously sized tub and soaking up the aromas of the Como Shambhala amenities. Remember - the goal is to relax, not cram as much in as possible. Wouldn't want to rush things.

After dragging yourself out of the tub, take the tube to Knightsbridge (well, get dressed first!) and wander through this very lively section of London featuring an active nightlife and trendy restaurants. If hungry, stop off at Carluccio's Italian caffe for some pasta and pastries. Pop into a local pub for a pint then head back to the hotel and crawl into the crisp while linens for a night of jet-lagged slumber. (CONTINUE...)