A friend told me to "make sure you go to the spa" in the Bulgari Hotel, and that it had been one of the best spa experiences of her life. I can see what she meant.
You reach the spa via a lift that moves so swiftly and smoothly that you have no sense that you’re dropping deep into the building’s foundations. In fact, the air down at level -3 is so filtered and clear—details like these matter at Bulgari—that you don't feel like you’re in a basement space.
Nor would you guess at its size. A delicious scent wafted through the air as I wandered through the corridors to the relaxation room, where I could lie on a daybed, a real fire flickering nearby. Next door an entire suite—complete with its own steam room—was devoted to couples' treatments, and further along were the individual treatment rooms where you can be pampered with Swiss Perfection Cellular Skin Care. Personally, I was more interested in the Pure Flow pulsation, which stimulates the lymphatic system and is also, apparently, a great jet lag remedy.
There’s plenty here for gym bunnies, too; the kinesis machines and other specialist equipment on offer feel futuristic, and the hotel offers personal training (and nutrition regimes) via their Bodyism program. But to be honest, the pooI was all I needed. A gorgeous three-lane, 25-meter affair, it made me feel like I was dawdling around at some millionaire’s resort; never had doing laps felt more relaxing.