Some trips get months of planning. This one got five days: a sister studying abroad in London, a few colleagues in for the same weekend, and a direct flight that made the maths easy. Seventy-two hours is a real trip if you treat it like one.
The weekend ran on the city's own energy – long walks between neighbourhoods, the hardest workout class anyone in the group had ever taken, and the kind of itinerary that fits on a napkin because every stop earns its place.
London is one of the most-booked cities in the client book – the short trip done properly is something of a house specialty. The formula is the same whether the notice is five months or five days: the right neighbourhood, a hotel that makes the trip feel bigger than the day count, and no time lost to figuring things out on arrival.