Gilles,
This is a part of LM that I've explored many times on a Sunday evening. However, I've never been able to recall any of the information gleaned from my 'walkabouts'. I suspect we fell into the hostess bar one year, but again it's mostly blank. Is it a very small bar with a couple of aggressively friendly barstaff?
From there it was a very short walk to another posh hotel, where I announced my arrival by falling over the plantpots outside and serenading the young receptionist with a couple of choruses of Is You Is Or Is You Ain't My Baby, before settling down for a nap on the lawn.
It remains a mystery to me how I woke up in a hedge. Maybe I should get Tracker fitted.
H