True story: I’m a Florida native who somehow reached her 30s before ever going to Miami.
My husband, who is from this fair city, has loved me despite that fact. But this weekend, a family wedding at the famed Biltmore (the peach hotel, not the sprawling estate) finally got me that check in the box.
We lucked out with a room at the Hotel St. Michel, a European boutique hotel built in 1926. It was preserved masterfully with every room unique in its furnishings and artwork. And the furniture is all antique (we actually have a wardrobe in which to hang our clothes…à la, the Lion and the Witch). Continue reading