Hotel Phoenicia (here) is a synonym for romantic and charming luxury, it feels cozily soft, warm and sweet. But it has a danger zone. Its name is Aishti (here). The branch of the super luxurious chain lies exactly at the entrance of the beautiful restaurant Mosaic where I was invited for dinner. I arrived too early but preferred to be there right on time, so I spent some minutes taking photos with my blackberry and, bien-sûr, couldn’t but pass by the store – with a Burberry clutch as a result! Thank God Mosaic is usually fully booked during Ramadan, so no risk to go there soon again!