DEER VALLEY, Utah – If I listened to the voice inside, I would never leave the St. Regis. I had been here for four days, and I was ready to stay forever. Blame the s'mores.
HARBOUR ISLAND, The Bahamas – This is a place to lay in the sand, build a sand castle, dine on conch salad, and contemplate whatever it is you think about when you're barefoot.
BODRUM, Turkey – This place is clearly meant for a romantic tryst, and I had checked in solo. I travel alone often, and it's usually fine. Here, it was torture.
TOKYO – It's not the first time someone has fallen in love with the Tokyo Park Hyatt, the epic hotel in the heart of Shinjuku. And it won't be the last.
FLORENCE, Italy – It's a baroque explosion of vaulted ceilings, endless rooms, and gilding galore. You'd be forgiven for thinking you were a long-lost Medici in this stunning perch.
PARIS – But once inside, I encountered the unexpected: perverse touches tucked discreetly among the baroque grandeur of crystal chandeliers and gilded settees.
PARIS – The increasing rarity of delightful small hotels must be the direct result of a clambering desire for trendy, boutique shitholes. Deborah Needleman finds her perfect inn.
PARIS, France – When I told him I was taking my mother, he shook his head. "Oh no, no, no, Gabriella, when you get a room at the Plaza Athénée, you must take your lover."
