
Liana, for the quieter evening
A walk through Mount Street Gardens at dusk, and silences that feel like rest.
- Age
- 28
- Height
- 167 cm
- Hair
- long, straight chestnut brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Build
- slim
- Languages
- English
- Based in
- Marylebone
- Visits
- Hotels and residences
Her own photos, matched to her in person before they went up. Photo Policy
On Liana
- Marylebone, W1U
- French novels, pilates, gardens
- Slim, 167 cm
- Long chestnut brown hair, poker straight; brown eyes
Based in Marylebone, and happy to travel to any hotel in town.
Quiet is underrated, and Liana has built her evenings around it. She is gentle in manner and graceful in movement, and she has an intuitive sense of when a guest wants conversation and when a guest would rather sit in comfortable silence with a glass of wine. It is not a technique. She simply pays attention, and she is very good at it.
Slim, 167 cm, with the straight back that comes from years of pilates, she keeps her chestnut brown hair long and very straight, and her eyes are brown and kind. The clothes are classic and romantic, a silk blouse, a pleated skirt, pearls on a good day. She is in her late twenties and reads French novels in translation, Colette and Flaubert mostly, on the bus and in the bath. English is the language she uses with guests, soft and precise.
Her favourite corner of the West End is Mount Street Gardens, a small green square behind the Connaught where the benches carry dedications and the plane trees block out the traffic. She will walk you through it at dusk and then round into the Connaught for a drink, where the lighting is low and nobody raises their voice. Gardening is her weekend passion, and she can name most of what grows in a London window box at a glance.
Liana lives in Marylebone, just north of Oxford Street, so Mayfair and its hotels are a ten minute walk away. Quiet weeknights suit her diary, ideally with a day's notice; ask Henrietta to pencil you in.
Liana, after hours
She suggests meeting at the gate of Mount Street Gardens at a quarter to seven, when the light is going and the square is almost empty. Liana walks slowly, reading the small brass plaques on the benches aloud, and points out a tree she likes for no reason she can explain. Then round the corner into the Connaught, where she chooses a corner and orders a glass of something white and not too cold. She asks questions that are easy to answer and then listens to the whole answer. When the talk slows she lets it, and it never feels awkward. Later, back at your hotel, she draws the curtains halfway, leaves one lamp on, and the evening settles into its own gentle rhythm.
Liana, answering
3 things guests tend to ask before booking, answered in Liana's own words.
Something short by Colette. It will take you one flight to finish, and you will want to talk about it when you land.
Weekends in the West End are loud. On a Tuesday the bars are half empty, the waiters have time to talk, and the evening feels like it belongs to you.
Nothing at all. If you insist, a small bunch of herbs from a market stall. It makes me absurdly happy and costs almost nothing.
Hours and rates
A calm weeknight, arranged a day ahead, brings out the best in Liana. Two hours at £500 gives time for a walk through the gardens and a drink before the hotel.
Whichever length you pick, you settle the figure with Liana face to face once she is with you. Her taxi to a Zone 1 or Zone 2 address is already priced in.
Platforms near her base- Baker StreetBakerloo, Circle, Hammersmith and City, Jubilee, Metropolitan4min
- Bond StreetCentral, Jubilee, Elizabeth line6min
- Regent's ParkBakerloo7min
Notes on Liana
No notes on file for Liana yet, and the desk will never invent one. Guests add a note only once a booking has actually taken place; it shows nothing but their first name and when it was written, and Henrietta reads every one before it is posted.
Should Liana want a note about her withdrawn, it comes down the same day.
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Book Liana
The message opens with Liana already named. Add the date, the length and your hotel, and the desk sends back the minute she will knock.





