An agate sea meets an azure sky and I lie on the white sand beach. Happily, I awake to realise that the dream is the reality and the winter nightmare is, though also reality, far removed from this little slice of paradise that I've found myself in.
Camelia is different.
The room is classy and refined. Mozart filters through the sound system. Camelia has been here only a year and a half, but it's obvious by the experienced kitchen that there was another incarnation of it elsewhere. You're greeted with a complimentary plate of oversized shrimp chips. Only if you want to put food-giant Glico out of business.