Finally, a hotel group for people who want to appreciate in every moment just how damn lucky we all are to be alive.
Finally, a hotel group for people who want to appreciate in every moment just how damn lucky we all are to be alive.
There’s a case to be made that one of the most quintessentially American surf-shack motels isn’t in Malibu or Montauk. It’s in Cap Ferret, France.
Cristine Bedfor is charming, graceful, and generous. She’s a true bohemian and, if you find yourself in Menorca, a trustworthy confidant. She’s also a hotel.
The Japanese ryokan might be the highest form of hospitality, but it’s not a hotel. For the owners of Beniya Mukayu, it’s important that you understand why.
A Victorian mansion in the California wine country is now the Madrona, an uncompromising hotel that owes its brash design to the rebellious Aesthetic Movement of the late 19th century. Oscar Wilde would be proud.
Every city would be lucky to have a Pali hotel. If things continue like they are, every city might have the chance. The California-born group is growing fast.