Stories / Lifestyle
There’s a certain kind of luxury that doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t need porcelain chandeliers the size of a small planet. It doesn’t tiptoe in either. It simply is – like a good late afternoon light.
We are, all of us, creatures of habit. My husband especially so. Convincing him to try anything new requires a certain patience, a careful laying out of arguments, and occasionally, a tiny push in the right direction, but once he’s in, he’s fully in – enthusiastic, committed, almost as if it was his idea to begin with. And that’s how our love affair with Tokyo really began.
I am the sort of person who enjoys indulging herself. I like the welcome amenities. I like the chocolates. I like the handwritten notes. I like the flowers. I like all of it. Sometimes, I even email the concierge ahead of time with very specific instructions on the kind of flowers I would like waiting in our room. Preferably arranged in fresh water, properly fluffed up, and ready to be admired. Yes, I am that type.