As the evening settles… and the night falls. A new realm of night-time possibilities, mystery, and unexpected moments await to unfold.
The story continues…
The sun dips, casting a silhouette shadow of palm fronds and curved arches onto the concrete and travertine. A signal to a new, undiscovered part of my day.
Such harmony in the contrasts. The symbiosis of this moment fascinates me and I cannot seem to put my finger on that feeling. Hold that thought – my aperitif has just arrived. Shall I call a toast?
A gentle hum of activity intrigues me to take a wander. This place seems to morph effortlessly beyond its walls to every mood, and taste. Dinner plans? Sounds simple enough. But not when each setting promises a night to remember.
With a bounty of possibilities, a side order of delight, and a generous serve of imagination, if the street could speak, this one would warmly declare “welcome”.
As the day comes to an end, and the city begins to sleep, I make my way back to the microcosm of this city. And I begin to see – no, feel, what makes this place different.
Whether you’ve crossed the planet to get here or crossed the street, if you seek the mood you need, you’ll find it.
And on that note, I’m going to savor this feeling and soak up the silence. Time to drift upstairs to bed and dream into the unexpected adventures of tomorrow.
A pause with a glass in hand. A moment with a friend, lifelong or newly made. This hotel feels different. Perhaps it’s the social and cultural milieu. Or perhaps the lines blur between being and doing, eating and drinking, solitude and socialising.
A hotel should be situated in a place where you would want to find yourself.
A hotel should have you feel something.