The first six months of this year passed in a blur. My life had quietly fallen into a pattern of monotony: wake up, go to the gym, work, cook, clean, sleep — repeat. Weekends became my only lifeline, ...

Sure, you attend dinners. Shake hands like a machine. Smile when your jaw begs for mercy. Then you retreat to a hotel where the minibar costs more than your university textbooks. And that’s when she ...

Pastries so exquisite people queue up outside are just the start of what makes this whimsical hotel so special.