Luxury escorts in Basel

Basel wears its money quietly and spends it on art. This is a city where the year turns around Art Basel in June, where the Fondation Beyeler draws collectors out to Riehen on an ordinary Tuesday, and where dinner at Les Trois Rois looks over the Rhine at a town that has been trading across it for eight hundred years. The company one keeps here should be able to hold a conversation about all of it — and our Basel companions can, in English, German and often French.

The rhythm is seasonal. Art week and the pharma congress calendar fill the city's best rooms and book out its best tables months ahead; we plan those engagements early, wardrobe included. Outside the fairs, Basel is intimate: the old town between Barfüsserplatz and the Münster keeps its restaurants small and its service personal, and an evening here is unhurried by design. Guests staying across the border — the city's airport and its hotels straddle three countries — are met wherever suits, with the border a formality we account for in the planning.