It's situated in one of those leafy London squares which thrum with behind-the-scenes activity. You can sense the presence of a zillion hidden CCTV cameras and there are London *Bobbies* prowling around everywhere.
Inside, it was gorgeous. High ceilings, lots of paintings, tapestries, souvenirs from South Africa and a shiny dining table which seats 24. I particularly liked this mantlepiece in the Ambassdor's office:
And this (rather kitsch but very beautiful) Italian light, which features the Madonna and child plus lots of little cherubs.
But the weirdest thing of all is that when I wrote my one and only story with an Argentinian hero (THE HOUSEKEEPER'S AWAKENING), the book opened with my heroine making the hero's favourite biscuits, which are called Alfajores. I even made some myself (to add a little authenticity to my story) and wrote a blog post about it.
So imagine my delight (and surprise) when I was offered a biscuit to have with my coffee when I arrived - and the biscuits just happened to be....
Spooky, or what?
* And the title of this post refers of course, to the dreamy old-fashioned song: A NIGHTINGALE SANG IN BERKLEY SQUARE, sung here by Vera Lynn