Rosa, companion in Marylebone

About Rosa

Rosa is compact, warm and impossible to overlook. She is 160 cm and curvy, with long chestnut brown hair worn curly and brown eyes that light up before she speaks. She dresses in colour when everybody else has gone black: a red dress, a soft coat, heels she kicks off in a cab without any embarrassment. In her mid twenties, she has the sort of presence that makes strangers at the next table decide you are both having a better evening than they are, and they are usually right.

In English she is expressive and quick, and she talks with her whole face. She is curious about everything and pretends to no expertise she does not have, which makes her a good companion in a gallery, a restaurant or a long taxi queue. She cooks properly, sings badly in the car, and is unfailingly kind to waiting staff. The mood she arrives in is the mood the evening takes, and she arrives cheerful.

Her Marylebone evening opens in the glass-roofed courtyard of the Wallace Collection, just off Manchester Square where you can sit among the armour and the Dutch pictures without anybody hurrying you. Afterwards it is a five minute walk to dinner on the high street, or a slower loop through the garden square if the evening is warm. She lives in Marylebone, a few streets from the square, so she knows which kitchens are still serving at eleven and which ones only claim to be.

The square, the high street and the hotels near them are described on the Marylebone page. Message booking with an afternoon or an evening in it and Cordelia will say where Rosa will be waiting.

Booking her

Rosa takes afternoons as well as evenings, which is the better half of a gallery plan. Give the desk the date and the hour and Cordelia will confirm her by message, with the meeting point named.

Her figures are the same figures every companion here works to, printed on the rates page, and the order a booking runs in is on the booking page.

An evening with Rosa

Start in the afternoon if you can. The courtyard at the museum is the best room in Marylebone for a long conversation, and she will drag you upstairs afterwards to look at exactly three paintings, no more, because she thinks galleries are ruined by completeness.

Dinner is five minutes away and she will have chosen somewhere with a bit of noise in it. She is generous with the plates, terrible at deciding on a pudding, and very funny about the day you have both just had. Afterwards a loop of the garden square if it is warm, and then your hotel, with the whole evening feeling considerably longer than the hours you booked. She will also make you promise to come back in daylight, when the square is full of prams and the coffee queue runs out of the door.