The CurrierCordwainer Yard

Cordwainer Yard, EC4

Nine rooms. One yard.
The good light kept for the corners.

A small hotel in a converted currier's works on Cordwainer Yard, off Mansion House. Small enough that the desk knows your name by the second morning.

Check in from three. Out by eleven.

Ring the desk. It answers to most things, and to 'the desk'.

The board

  • Room 3, Off Yard, taken tonight
  • Room 7, The Corner, taken tonight

7 of 9 hangingThe board is the truth. The website is only the website.

3 Cordwainer Yard, London EC4

Two minutes from Mansion House, if you walk like you mean it.

020 7946 0199

The revolving door is original. Commit.

The Currier is a fiction, built for FABLE 25. Type set in Bevellier and Satoshi.

Three ways to stay.

Nine rooms. Three are corners. One is the ninth. When they are taken, they are taken.

THE CURRIERfive rooms

Off Yard

one window, over the cobbles

A good bed, a deep bath, and the yard below going quiet after eleven. What a room is meant to be, with nothing added to justify the price.

£235 a night
THE CURRIERthree rooms

The Corner

two windows, the morning in both

The good light, kept for the corners. Twice the glass, a chair worth sitting in, and the sound of the street arriving as a rumour rather than a fact.

£285 a night
THE CURRIERone room

The Ninth

the whole top floor

The ninth room is the top floor, all of it. A tub by the window, the yard on one side and the City on the other. There is one. You already want it.

£420 a night

A dark room at the back.

A dark tan room at the back, with a door that does not announce itself.

THUPiano, one player, no requests before ten.

SATA trio. Nobody sings unless asked twice.

Guests skip the queue, because there is one.

  1. 01Amber, stirredrye from a distiller who returns our calls
  2. 02The Tan Lineamaro, orange, a coin of dark chocolate
  3. 03House Negronigin we bottle two streets over
  4. 04Sherry, bone drya solera older than the building's lift
  5. 05Beer, very coldthe small brewery under the Druid Street arches
  6. 06Milk and honeyfor the ones still working, no judgement

Stay a season. The desk faces the window; we checked.

For the long guest: a month, a quarter, the winter. The room is yours, the kitchen is nightly, the yard is whenever. You unpack properly, and the corridor learns your step.

Every residence keeps a desk by the window. We measured the light before we bought the chairs.

081114171.9m of glassthe deskthe bed, out of it
Residence 04, in plan. The arc is the light between 08:00 and 17:00. The desk is inside it. The bed is not.
From
£3,900 a month
Linen
weekly
Notice
thirty days

The roof, when the weather agrees.

Five floors up, the City lays its skyline out and pretends it did it for you. There is a bar that is mostly ice and one long table that seats whoever is up here.

Open May to September, or until it rains.

Films
after the light goes, Fridays
The long table
supper, first Sunday of the month
The ice bar
from six, weather permitting
11°PLUNGE

Plunge pool, eleven degrees. It is not a mistake.

Below the yard, where it is quiet and warm.

A small spa in the old tanning cellar: two treatment rooms, a steam room lined in cedar, and a plunge pool that means it.

  • The Long Soakninety minutes, warm water, no clock in the room
  • Salt and Steamcedar steam, a salt scrub, a cold rinse you chose
  • Face Down, Sixty Minutesa proper massage from someone who trained for it
  • The Cold Plungealone, by appointment, eleven degrees, no audience