Hotel Bel-Air

Utopian getaway in the real hills of Beverly. Unless they created MySpace or belong to the Murdoch clan, under-thirties are probably not staying anywhere near here. Refined restaurant and piano bar are quiet power scenes for famous local dwellers. Sit by the pool, wrapped in a pink towel, being waited on hand and foot like a spoiled, white collar criminal. Visitors find a walk around the extravagant gardens and majestic swans the most seductive feature.