By Richard West, My wife and I recently visited London and the alarming question arose: how to escape half of humanity seething around Big Ben/Parliament/Westminster Abbey and the other half to’ing and fro’ing in front of Buckingham Palace and the Royal Mews, both halves dressed as if awakened in a

By Marc Kristal “It was a bit more twee,” says Stephanie Earnshaw, a designer with the London firm Tara Bernerd & Partners, of the now-defunct Sheraton Belgravia on decorous, late-Georgian Chesham Place, a buttered scone’s throw from Sloane Street, Harrod’s, and the Hyde Park tube stop. Translation? “Mahogany Paneling, lampshades