Margo, the unhurried hour
Dark hair, a jewelled comb and the composure of a cocktail lounge after midnight.
- Age
- 31
- Height
- 166 cm · 5 ft 5 in
- Hair
- long, straight dark brown
- Eyes
- brown
- Build
- slim
- Languages
- English
- Home stop
- Knightsbridge
- Meets you at
- Hotels and homes
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Meet Margo
- Contemporary art, piano and gardening
- Brown eyes, dark brown hair long and straight
- Slim, 166 cm
- Early thirties, softly spoken English
- Knightsbridge, SW1X
What is Margo thinking? Guests tend to wonder, and she tends to let them. She is slim, 166 cm, with dark brown hair that falls long and straight, brown eyes that give away very little at first, and a vintage-inspired elegance borrowed from a 1950s cocktail lounge: fitted black, a low heel, a jewelled comb, lipstick applied with total precision. In her early thirties, she has the calm composure of a woman who no longer needs to hurry for anything or anyone.
The mystery is real, but it is warm rather than cold. Margo is refined, softly spoken in fluent English and quietly funny once she has decided she likes you, which usually happens sooner than her manner suggests. Contemporary art fascinates her, the stranger the better, and she plays the piano in the evenings for no audience but herself. She also gardens with surprising devotion, keeping a balcony of roses alive against all London odds, and describes the pruning with the seriousness she brings to a Rothko.
Knightsbridge is her home, and her evenings there have an old-world hush. She likes to begin across the road in Kensington Gardens with an hour at the Serpentine galleries, then settle into a long dinner at the Rib Room on Cadogan Place, where the lighting is kind and the booths are made for talking. Afterwards the short walk back past Harvey Nichols and the Mandarin Oriental is slow and quiet, the park dark and velvety beside you.
Margo is based in Knightsbridge and is often seen in Belgravia and Chelsea. She is away until the 21st, so check the rates page and ask booking to reserve her first evenings back.
Fares for Margo
Margo returns on Monday the 21st, and overnights for the following week can already be arranged through the desk. She is happiest with two hours or longer, which suits her unhurried pace.
A 25 percent transfer holds a hotel or home visit; overnights and trips away are held with 50 percent.
An evening with Margo
Margo's evenings unfold like a slow jazz standard, familiar in shape and full of small surprises. She arrives precisely on time, and the first drink is something classic, a martini or a sidecar, in a bar with dark wood and discreet waiters. She asks careful questions and remembers every answer. Dinner is long and elegant, a booth rather than a table, and she steers the talk toward the last thing that genuinely moved you, a painting, a piece of music, a garden.
Later, if there is a piano in the hotel lounge and the room has emptied, she may play a few bars very softly, then close the lid with a smile and suggest going upstairs, where the city is only a distant glimmer beyond heavy curtains.
Asked and answered
Because I listen more than I talk. People fill silence with their own stories, and those are far more interesting than mine.
The stubborn ones, climbers with old names and thick stems. They survive wind, soot and neglect, which reminds me of certain hotel doormen.
If it still annoys somebody, it is contemporary. Once everyone agrees it is lovely, it has become history.
Passenger notes
No notes about Margo so far
This space fills slowly and honestly. A note only appears once an evening has really taken place, signed with a first name and dated by month, and the desk reads every one before it is published. Margo keeps the right to have any note taken down.
Read on the way
- 5 min readAgency or Directory, and Why the Difference MattersThe word escort covers two very different kinds of website, and knowing which one you are looking at explains almost everything about what happens next.
- 5 min readThe Royal Parks in Autumn, and the Walk Before DinnerBetween the last warm days of September and the first frost, London's parks turn a colour photographs rarely capture, and a slow walk through them makes one of the loveliest openings to an autumn evening.
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Send the message with Margo's name already in it, fill in your hotel and the hour, and the desk replies within minutes to confirm.