It is nonetheless fascinating because during the autumn (our spring, remember we’re in the austral hemisphere), the coast of the Peruvian capital is characterised by low clouds and fog, a mix of humidity and scarce wind.
The JW Marriott in Miraflores faces the Pacific Ocean, you have nothing in front of you and sometimes you see nothing, especially at dawn. Already important, in the past 32 years the Marriott group has grown to the extent it’s become, after Starwood recently acquired it, the largest group in the world, with a size that’s difficult to imagine. The first establishment, a beer business, came at 27, the first restaurant at 32, the first motel at 57, passing away at 84. In Lima, at the end of April, I was a guest in Miraflores at the JW Marriott, JW stands for John Willard, born in 1900, the founder of the empire named after him. There’s the day, with breakfast, lunch and supper, and there’s the night, time to sleep for sure but a room is also a refuge, a “box” where you can hide and find your intimacy. In my job food is indeed the most important element, yet not the only one. After every trip, everyone asks me where I dined.
