Mayfair: small streets, high stakes, quiet manners.

Mayfair compresses more protected lives into one square mile than anywhere else in Britain — hedge funds above galleries, members’ clubs behind unmarked doors, hotel suites that function as offices. The district’s geography does half the work of a professional here: mews entrances, garden squares with single approaches, doormen who remember faces. The other half is manners — an officer who can stand in a club lobby without looking like a mistake, and a driver who knows that on these streets, waiting in the wrong place is more conspicuous than not being there at all.

We cover Mayfair evenings and residencies: club and restaurant liaison, gallery-night movements between Cork Street and the auction houses, hotel-suite security for principals in residence, and drivers who treat Berkeley Square at 7pm as the routing problem it actually is.