Half Moon Street at Curzon Street, London W1J, UK.
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“We would begin fresh. We would lunch at a place neither of us had before. He remembered the Half Moon Hotel. It was small and quiet. He’d never lunched there but he liked the look of it and had heard good things about it.
“We were sitting in its pleasant high-ceilinged dining-room at a table near a window overlooking the winding street with its enchanting view of flower boxes and flower barrows and fruit stalls, of gaily painted doors and glistening bay windows and highly polished brass; a view so quaintly, unmistakably, aggressively Olde London — a miniature Nation of Shopkeepers going on at one of the corners, shopkeeping old English antiques and old English First Editions and old English shoe-repairs and old English butcherings and bakings.”
— Elaine Dundy, The Old Man and Me
