Strictly old-school, the Lynton is the kind of affordable family-run crash pad London once charmed the world with. Brothers Mark and Simon Connor took it over from their gran, who ran it since the mid-’60s (it’s been a guest house since after the War, but a century ago was the home of a local horse doctor). The Gentrification Fairy has not yet pummeled the Lynton with her merciless wand—it’s pleasingly dog-eared, like the house of a favorite aunt who keeps a spare room ready for visitors, and the Connors, some of the last London-bred B&B proprietors left on Ebury Street, dispense genial local wisdom like favorite uncles. Expect quarters that are entirely sufficient but not deluxe, which at these prices is a dream come true unto itself.