Rosa's idea of a good Sunday involves flour on the worktop, a record turning on the player and a loaf that will be ready by the time the B-side ends. Everything about her has that same warm, unhurried rhythm, which is exactly why guests settle so quickly in her company.
She is twenty-five and 160 cm, curvy, her long chestnut curls doing whatever they like, her brown eyes crinkling when she laughs. Rosa lives in Marylebone. Her style is relaxed and bohemian: a long skirt, a soft knit, a necklace picked up at a market years ago. She is earthy in the best sense, real and grounded, and she never pretends to be impressed by anything that has not actually impressed her.
Record collecting takes her to shops all over London, and she will happily spend an hour flicking through crates with you if you share the hobby, or explain it cheerfully if you do not. Galleries are her other weekly habit. She speaks English with an easygoing warmth and asks the kind of questions that turn a polite exchange into a real conversation.
Her Kensington evening can begin with an afternoon at the Design Museum on Kensington High Street and move on to the Churchill Arms on Kensington Church Street, the old pub so thickly covered in flowers that visitors photograph it from the pavement. Inside it is cosy and busy, and Rosa loves it for exactly that. Afterwards she walks you back to your hotel, stopping to look in the window of every bakery on the way.
Guests staying near High Street Kensington ask for her most. The rates are published in full, and one message books her.
