Chesterfield

 Palm Beach was hot, trendy and full of New Yorkers. I'm not sure how we initially landed there but we would mostly check in at Chesterfield, because it's valuable tradition toward bulldogs. If I'm not mistaken and pictures are my witnesses our first year was 2014. Chesterfield was a chic, boutique hotel in Palm Beach Island.  Fridays were popular times with dancing and live music,  afternoon tea,  traditional for furry customers and location couldn't be better. We could walk on their beautiful palm tree-lined streets towards restaurants,  fancy stores and parks. Mommy was a lady and I was her king bulldog.  Grandma would accompany us often as she liked warm seasons better.  It was a mixed city: inhabitants with grey hair and visitors with colored hair. It looked sophisticated and upscale for most of it but deep down Palm Beach only belonged to a handful of people. Everyone else was passing by getting a taste of it. Mommy was planning a retirement plan that involved Palm Beach,  at least until 2021.