We feel woefully inadequate as we hand the keys to our rented Ford hatchback to the valet in front of the Burj Al Arab, the most luxurious hotel in the world.
Around us is a flurry of activity as guests and valets drop off and hand back extravagant vehicles — mostly blinged out SUVs that dwarf our modest little car.
No matter. We shrug off our inadequacies and enter the hotel confidently even though we are not guests at the hotel. We’ve only come to indulge in an afternoon tea at the Skyview Bar.