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11 Hotels to Visit in Your Dreams

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With travel restrictions holding on account of the ongoing battle against the pandemic, we’re left to reminisce about past trips or plan far ahead, choosing some uncertain date, for a future one. In lieu of the real thing, though, those can be pleasant exercises, especially when they involve conjuring a room with a view — whether of the Amalfi Sea or Rio’s Corcovado Mountain — or at least with easy access to a glamorous lobby bar. On the occasion of T’s Nov. 15 Travel issue, we asked a range of creative types, some of them regular T contributors, to tell us about their favorite hotel.

Il San Pietro in Positano is one of my go-to places for a weekend getaway. I like to visit either in the late spring or early fall, though I obviously won’t be going this year, since travel has been severely discouraged. What I love about it is the southern hospitality, which I think is intrinsic to Mediterranean culture — it isn’t stiff or formal, but rather honest and from the heart, and it puts you in relax mode right away. It goes without saying that the hotel itself is also amazing, with views overlooking the bay, the town of Positano and the property’s tiny terrace perched on the rocks that hang over the sea. Still, more than any of that, I like the of the place, which is charming and slightly out of step with the times. It has that cinematic Amalfi Coast flair about it, with all these bold colors and contrasts. — FRANCESCO RISSO, creative director, Marni

The Brewery Gulch Inn is a reclaimed redwood A-frame, spacious but not sprawling, set on a promontory above the wild Pacific in Mendocino, California. It isn’t a slick design palace. It doesn’t have troves of scurrying staff members and a smug, officious concierge. But it is luxurious, in the truest sense — that is to say, going there is like stepping out of the workaday world and into bewitching beauty. I went on my honeymoon in December of 2018 (ah, the Old World!). It was the off-season and there weren’t many other guests. My wife and I arrived after 10 p.m. on a Monday night; our key was waiting for us at the front desk. In our room, the fireplace was lit and, in a miracle of timing, in front of it sat a tray with bowls of still-hot soup — I believe there were artichokes involved — and warm bread, as well as cheeses, very fresh salads and a bottle of zinfandel from a winery a few miles down the road. It was glorious — perfect, actually. We ate in leather armchairs with woolly throws over our knees, the fire crackling and the windows ajar to the crashing surf and salt air. In the morning, we woke to sun pearling through sea mist, and the air was iridescent and golden all at once. Every day for breakfast the small and kind staff served housemade bread and pastries and various fluffy egg concoctions with perfectly ripe avocados, and then off we went to explore the coastline, or, more inland, the wonders of the redwood forest. In the evenings, we’d return a bit windblown to find some delicious dinner waiting in the dining room. We’d choose a table near the wide wooden and glass double doors and watch the reflection of the moon on the water. The days went on this way, enchanted and outside of time. The trip home was like waking from a dream I didn’t want to end. Now we are, all of us, trapped in another kind of dream. But someday this shall pass, and when it does we’ll go back to the Brewery Gulch and it will be sublime. — AYANA MATHIS, author and professor

To get my mother to move to the suburbs from a duplex overlooking Central Park when I was in middle school, my father, who could no longer bear the grueling early morning ritual necessitated by alternate side of the street parking, made a deal: They would spend a weekend each month in a suite at the Carlyle. From the doorway of their bedroom, I’d watch as she readied herself to leave: beige cashmere, pearls, scarlet lipstick, a spritz of Arpège. I had only visited the hotel once, as a child, for lunch with an aunt at Bemelmans Bar, where I fixated on a particularly jaunty male rabbit in the famed murals based on Ludwig Bemelmans’s “Madeleine” book series. Like my father, this character wore a blazer and smoked. In the late 1970s, once I had moved back to the city for college, the Carlyle became my inside joke: I took my punky entourage for drinks, all of us in black leather. There were frosty glances as our Doc Martins clomped through the polished black marble lobby, with its marigold mohair sofas, but I’d flash an unthreatening smile and, as my father had taught me, press a folded $20 into the palm of the door guy. In a photo from those days, I’m sitting in a tufted banquette below a Bemelmans giraffe with my Billy Idol-ish boyfriend — Ben? Ted? — my dyed and permed mohawk the color of my white Russian. I remember telling him that JFK and Jackie kept a suite there during Camelot; in response, he belched so loudly that the helmet-haired lady next to us said, “Please!” As an adult, I can blend into the Carlyle crowd, though I’ll always feel like a bit of an impostor, never native to its effortless chic. Still, it’s where, for decades, I’ve told out-of-towners to meet me for a drink, knowing that cocktails there will stay with them. Since Covid, I sometimes walk there, for exercise, from my apartment downtown. Standing under the awning, I imagine my parents, now long gone, at the Café Carlyle listening to Bobby Short play Cole Porter, then grabbing a nightcap at the bar. One day soon, I remind myself, I’ll be back. — NANCY HASS, writer at large, T Magazine

I grew up going to Aswan, in the south of Egypt, with my sister and my father. The city sits on the Nile River and, during and after pharaonic times, was a frontier town for the Greeks, Romans, Turks and British. It is less known than nearby Luxor but, in my opinion, even more fascinating. We’d stay at the Old Cataract Hotel, right on the eastern bank of the river. It was built at the turn of the last century and has counted Czar Nicolas II, Princess Diana and Agatha Christie as guests. Christie’s 1937 novel “Death on the Nile” is partially set there, and the 1978 film adaptation was shot there, too. I know the building like the back of my hand, as my sister and I would roam around and peek into different rooms while the housekeepers were distracted. My favorite spot is the breakfast room in the restaurant, where the food is laid out beneath a grand domed ceiling and striped archways. — LAILA GOHAR, chef and artist

My favorite hotel is the Fasano in Rio. I like the Fasano in São Paulo, too — both are incredible and amazingly run — but the Rio one is especially unbelievable for its views and how it’s situated in relation to the geography of the city. It has this rooftop swimming pool, which isn’t the biggest in the world, but that overlooks the beach, and behind you is Corcovado Mountain. I was involved in a project about the Italian-born Brazilian artist Lina Bo Bardi for much of the past six to seven years, and whenever I was in Rio for research, I would stay at the Fasano. It was beyond my budget, but I just didn’t care. “That’s it, I am going to stay there, that’s it,” I would think. There’s something so particular and understated about it. It’s a five-star hotel, and of course those kinds of places are always incredibly luxurious, but I don’t think most of them have the kind of aura that the Fasano has. When you walk into the cocktail bar, where the staff is dressed in white suits with bow ties, they fix you the most perfect drink. I think it epitomizes a sort of ideal of what you hope is on offer in many major cities, but only in Rio do you have the weather, the beach and the unique culture of Brazil. — ISAAC JULIEN, filmmaker and installation artist

War and pestilence have kept me from my favorite hotel in the world: the Beit al-Mamlouka in the old city of Damascus. I am a man of simple requirements: I love small hotels, so small, in fact, that there is never a bill, and one signs for drinks in a register by the bar. I love glamorous hotels, where at any moment the dozen or so guests might include an English art dealer, an Italian automobile heiress, a minor royal and a Kuwaiti prince, “the sheikh of chic.” Most of all, I love an air of intrigue. The Beit al-Mamlouka is all this and more. Its owner, May Mamarbachi, was jailed under Bashar al-Assad for forwarding a cartoon of the dictator in flagrante delicto with the prime minister of Lebanon. She is a wonderful, gossipy woman who converted the building, an old Arab house with classical features, into the most romantic if-you-know-you-know place in town. When I was last there, there were slim-limbed citrus trees in the courtyard, as well as inward-facing balconies that rose three or four stories high. There was a beautiful , that vaulted space, with a high-pointed arch and three alcove-forming walls, dressed in the black-and-white masonry that is the glory of Islamic architecture … Would that it were always 6:30 p.m. and I were there: The sun is setting. The call to prayer has sounded. In the center of the courtyard, the tinkle of glasses can be heard over the asthmatic gurgle of the fountain. The guests are gathering in the orange-scented air for their first arak of the evening. — AATISH TASEER, author and T contributing editor

There are few things more decadent than checking yourself in to a hotel in the city where you live, and there are few hotels that can envelop you in their world so completely that you forget your own, just a short walk away. The Ritz Paris is such a place, as I learned when I lived in the French capital. Legendary ever since César Ritz opened it in 1898, it has (discreetly) born witness to everything from Marchesa Casati arriving with her pet cheetah, who’d take daily prowls around the Place Vendôme, to Kate Moss and Johnny Depp’s champagne-filled bubble baths. My last visit happened to coincide with Paris Fashion Week, and so my initial plan to stay in and enjoy a more traditional bubble bath, albeit one with the most heavenly scented Ritz products, was followed by a nightcap among friends in the Hemingway Bar, where we were served dirty martinis and a view of Justin Theroux. Mornings at the hotel are quiet and often spent with the house blend of green tea; later, “haute Paris” arrives all over again. Throughout it all, Parisian glamour oozes out of the place’s every pore, and you have every amenity you could possibly think of — in the swimming pool, classical music is piped in underwater. — PHILOMENA SCHURER MERCKOLL, hotelier and creative consultant

I’m not traveling for leisure at the moment, but for the past two years my husband and I have taken a trip together right after Christmas. I’m a bit of a planner, and this year’s was meant to be to Dakar. My husband is a diplomat and used to be stationed there, so I thought, “We should go.” December is the perfect time to visit and, when we decided on it, my friend Yodit Eklund had just opened her hotel, Seku Bi, in the heart of the city. I’ve never been to Senegal, and to experience this incredible hotel — apparently, it has a really excellent Italian restaurant — as if with a local … well, I was really looking forward to that. I was also dying to go someplace hot, and not just in summertime. I’ve been to Egypt and I’ve been to Morocco, but I’ve never been to Africa. I want to buy furniture and art there. And I want to just and immerse myself in this predominantly Black country with an amazing history and culture. I can’t wait. — VICTOR GLEMAUD, fashion designer

One of my favorite places on earth is La Posta Vecchia, a blissful villa situated about an hour from the center of Rome, on the Lazio coast and overlooking the Tyrrhenian Sea. La Posta Vecchia means “the old post house” in Italian, and it’s a humble name for such a glamorous and historic place. Once a seaside resort popular with Roman emperors, in the 1960s it belonged to J. Paul Getty, who retreated there after his grandson was kidnapped. Getty rebuilt the crumbling villa as a sublime backdrop to his extensive art collection. Today, it’s a 19-room hotel owned by my best friend, Marie-Louise Sciò, who has preserved its vintage glamour while borrowing some of the from her family’s other property, the iconic Hotel Il Pellicano. I always spend New Year’s Eve at La Posta Vecchia, and there is no better way to start the year, having breakfast in the sun on that incredible terrace with Marie-Louise and both our families. This year is a reminder that true luxury is being able to come together and eat, laugh and dance in an extraordinary place. — ALEX EAGLE, creative director, Alex Eagle Studio

In Mexico, we have such incredible hotels and beach destinations that have suffered so much because of the pandemic. Right now, we really have only local tourism — though that’s great because rich Mexicans used to travel to Europe every summer, and now they’re traveling within the country. There’s this hotel called La Casa Que Canta that’s on the Pacific Coast in Zihuatanejo, and it’s just so beautiful. So I am thinking of that. There is also a place I have always wanted to visit — and I’m hoping that this winter I can — called La Huella in Uruguay. It’s on José Ignacio beach and has a restaurant known for its gorgeous, simple, delicious food. So many beach hotels don’t have good food, but La Huella is an exception. The pandemic has been so intense that I’d only want to go on a relaxing vacation right now, and I associate that sort of trip with the beach and being able to hang in a boat on the water. — GABRIELA CÁMARA, chef and restaurateur

At some point in my adult life I developed the habit of going to hotels by myself, and not for work — I’d check in with a book and read, uninterrupted, like Laura Brown in Michael Cunningham’s novel “The Hours” (1998). I was not a housewife escaping a child and an unhappy marriage — rather, I was single and worked all the time, so I felt like I was the husband, the wife and the child all at once, and I was desperate to go somewhere and have other people do everything so I could vanish to myself. I’m no longer single, but if I were, suddenly, able to get on a plane and go somewhere to read alone, I would absolutely get a suite at the Raffles Grand Hotel d’Angkor in Siem Reap, Cambodia, one with a view of the pool. I’d read my book over Negronis in the Elephant Bar in the lobby, over dinner at the nearby Cuisine Wat Damnak restaurant and on a chaise by the aforementioned pool, which looks like the emerald-cut sapphire cocktail ring of a goddess. I would pause, of course, to enjoy the view from the birdcage elevator as I went up to my suite, and then pick the book up again on the balcony, order dessert from room service, and maybe fall asleep there for a while. Or I would draw a bath and read there, with a martini, as if I were Zelda and F. Scott Fitzgerald at the same time. In the morning, I would bring the book with me and wander the aisles of food of every kind that comprise the breakfast buffet, coming to rest by the silver ice bucket — really almost a tub — of champagnes, and the massive dumpling steamer, which has stayed in my mind all these years since my first visit there in 2015, like a siren calling me back. And I would not intrude on the other guests but I would, after all this time in quarantine, exult in the pleasure of their company, which I have not had in so long — the pleasure that comes from reading alone in public surrounded by others. — ALEXANDER CHEE, author and editor

Title: 11 Hotels to Visit in Your Dreams
Sourced From: www.nytimes.com/2020/11/11/t-magazine/dream-hotels-travel.html
Published Date: Wed, 11 Nov 2020 10:00:32 +0000

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What could you order from Ansett Airlines’ inflight bar in the early 1970s?

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People have always liked to drink on board flights, especially people from Australia. Therefore, it should be no surprise to anyone that there was an inflight bar offering in the 1970s.

Ansett Airlines were a major player in the Australian domestic market up until their demise in September 2001. For many years, there were two domestic airlines, Trans-Australia Airlines (TAA) and Ansett.

Ansett’s Inflight Bar

At the time, Ansett operated Boeing 727s, Douglas DC-9s and Fokker F27 Friendships on domestic routes in the country. Airline tickets were quite expensive, with tariffs agreed upon by both airlines thanks to Australia’s weird two-airline policy at the time.

While tickets were expensive and food complimentary, you still had to pay for a drink at the bar. Here is an inflight bar menu from the era, showing the drinks available and their prices.

Clearly the pricing is astounding by today’s standards – 30 cents for a beer? I’ll have thirty-three please! I like how Australian gin is 35c while the imported gin is just 5c more. Which would you choose?

You can tell it is from another era as you can buy cigarettes on board. These price up at 45c, a far cry from the extortionate prices people in the west pay these days for a smoke!

Overall Thoughts

The on board offering is pretty comprehensive for internal flights, and I imagine you’d be hard pressed not to find something you might like. In those times, all payments would have been by cash as well, which would have meant a lot of coinage being handled on board.

Of course, things haven’t changed too much over the years. On many airlines you pay for your drinks just as they did back in the 1970s. Shame the prices aren’t the same of course!

Did you ever buy drinks on board flights from the inflight bar back in the day? Do you still? Thank you for reading and if you have any comments or questions, please leave them below.

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Title: What could you order from Ansett Airlines’ inflight bar in the early 1970s?
Sourced From: travelupdate.com/ansett-airlines-inflight-bar-menu/
Published Date: Thu, 19 Nov 2020 15:03:14 +0000

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These Shrimp Leave the Safety of Water and Walk on Land. But Why?

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The shrimp stop swimming at dusk and gather near the river’s edge. After sunset, they begin to climb out of the water. Then they march. All night long, the inch-long crustaceans parade along the rocks.

The parading shrimp of northeastern Thailand have inspired legends, dances and even a statue. (Locals also eat them.) During the rainy season, between late August and early October, tourists crowd the riverbanks with flashlights to watch the shrimp walk.

Watcharapong Hongjamrassilp first learned about the parading shrimp, and the hundred thousand or more tourists who come each year to see them, about 20 years ago. When he started studying biology, he returned to the topic. “I realized that we know nothing about this,” he said: What species are they? Why and how do they leave the safety of the water to walk upstream on dry land? Where are they going?

Mr. Hongjamrassilp, a graduate student at the University of California, Los Angeles, decided to answer those questions himself. His findings appeared this month in the Journal of Zoology.

Working with wildlife center staff members, Mr. Hongjamrassilp staked out nine sites along a river in Thailand’s Ubon Ratchathani province. They found shrimp parading at two of the sites — a stretch of rapids, and a low dam.

The videos they recorded revealed that the shrimp paraded from sundown to sunup. They traveled up to 65 feet upstream. Some individual shrimp stayed out of the water for 10 minutes or more.

“I was so surprised,” Mr. Hongjamrassilp said, “because I never thought that a shrimp can walk that long.” Staying in the river’s splash zone may help them keep their gills wet, so they can keep taking in oxygen. He also observed that the shells of the shrimp seem to trap a little water around their gills, like a reverse dive helmet.

DNA analysis from captured shrimp showed that nearly all belonged to the species Macrobrachium dienbienphuense, part of a genus of shrimp that live mostly or fully in freshwater. Many Macrobrachiumspecies spend part of their lives migrating upstream to their preferred habitats.

Most parading shrimp that Mr. Hongjamrassilp captured were young. Observations and lab experiments showed that these shrimp probably leave the water when the flow becomes too strong for them. Larger adult shrimp can handle a stronger current without washing away, so they’re less likely to leave the water.

Walking on land is dangerous for the little shrimp, even under cover of darkness. Predators including frogs, snakes and large spiders lurk nearby, Mr. Hongjamrassilp says. “Literally, they wait to eat them along the river.”

And the shrimp can survive on land for only so long. If the parading crustaceans lose their way, they may dry out and die before they get back to the river. A few times, Mr. Hongjamrassilp came across groups of lost shrimp dead on the rocks, their once-translucent bodies baked pink.

Yet most navigate upstream successfully, and scientists have spotted other freshwater shrimp around the world performing similar feats, scaling dams and even climbing waterfalls.

Leaving the water when the swimming gets tough may have helped these animals spread to new habitats over their evolutionary history, Mr. Hongjamrassilp said. Today, the number of parading shrimp in Thailand seems to be declining. He thinks tourist activity may be a factor, and learning more about the shrimp might help protect them.

The study’s authors made “some really excellent observations,” said Alan Covich, an ecologist at the University of Georgia who was not involved in the research. But understanding why the Ubon Ratchathani shrimp move upstream, and how far they travel, will require more research, he said.

“The most surprising thing to me was that it attracted so many tourists,” Dr. Covich said. He doesn’t know of any other example of people gathering to appreciate a crustacean in quite the same way.

“We have crayfish festivals, we have all kinds of things,” Dr. Covich said, “but generally it’s people eating them, not watching them move.”

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Title: These Shrimp Leave the Safety of Water and Walk on Land. But Why?
Sourced From: www.nytimes.com/2020/11/18/science/shrimp-parade-thailand.html
Published Date: Wed, 18 Nov 2020 17:02:07 +0000

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Will Aer Lingus launch transatlantic flights from Manchester?

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There are reports that Aer Lingus have applied for 1,500 slots at Manchester Airport for the Summer 2021 season. This will allow the airline to base four aircraft there and service flights to the United States.

At present, there have been no press releases from the airline stating what is going on. Even so, it probably makes sense for the Irish airline to do this in the current market.

Aer Lingus And Manchester

From what is known, there will be three Airbus A321LRs and an A330 based at Manchester. These will operate non-stop services to New York JFK, Boston, Chicago and Orlando, and the season starts on 28 March 2021.

With Thomas Cook having gone out of business, there is likely space for another competitor. New York and Orlando will see competition from Virgin Atlantic, while the other two routes have no airline flying at the moment.

Aer Lingus has been connecting passengers over Dublin very successfully from the UK regions for a while now. Due to this, they will have visibility on traffic patterns, potential yields and more, making this an informed decision.

I imagine they also hope to cream off some of the connecting traffic that routes through London Heathrow on British Airways and Amsterdam on KLM among others. It would prove to be quite successful.

Transatlantic Joint Venture Approval

The US Department of Transport has tentatively given its approval for Aer Lingus to join the oneworld transatlantic joint business. This is operated by American Airlines, British Airways, Iberia and Finnair.

These airlines coordinate schedules and pricing, share revenues and expenses. For the consumer, it means more choice – those making a booking on British Airways across the Atlantic will also see options on American Airlines on the BA web site as one example.



Theoretically, it would allow people seeking flights on the British Airways web site to automatically be given options to fly non-stop with Aer Lingus, along with the Manchester-London Heathrow-US city connecting itinerary.

Whether Aer Lingus will join the oneworld alliance, even in a oneworld connect capacity remains to be seen. Frequent flyers would welcome it, especially those in Ireland.

Overall Thoughts

No doubt the boffins have been working behind the scenes to see if the business case for transatlantic flights from Manchester stack up. As things have proceeded as far as a slot application, I would guess chances are good that it will go ahead.

Either way, let’s see if this happens and if it does, whether Aer Lingus will stay for the long haul. If they can make more money elsewhere, they’ll up sticks and leave. Regardless, it is an interesting development in European aviation.

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Title: Will Aer Lingus launch transatlantic flights from Manchester?
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