All things Modernist are about relaxing in the stolen moment. Enjoying freshly starched fine cotton sheets that somehow never seem quite the same at home. Taking the time to look at the ceiling details and noticing the foreign quality of light filtered through the curtains. Showering longer than you normally would, sampling all of the bath products at once and asking for more, just because you can. Listening to local music channels in between your usual playlist off the Bluetooth speaker. Being told where and what to eat. Which places to visit. And then there’s the perfect proportion and logic to all things functional. It’s like wearing a bespoke suit for a few days without having had to attend all the fittings.