The Leela Palace

That is exactly what this place was...a palace. When you first pull up, there is a man dressed in an all white suit, including white gloves, who opens your car door. Everyone calls you by, "Sir" or "Madam". Then, after the doorman opens the

door, you smell the rose pedals which are in the fountain, and the fresh flowers just above on the table. As you walk to your room there is a string quartet playing in the lobby, they're playing beautiful classical music. People are washing walls and baseboards, and polishing fixtures all along the way. In the room there is a bowl of fresh fruit, and a chocolate for each of us on the bed. This is wonderful - finally away from the bustle of Bangalore, India. In the spa, there is fresh squeezed apple juice at the juice bar, a personal trainer, and yes - even whitening baths. Now, I don't need the whitening bath - I am way too fair for that. But this hotel, I mean, Palace was spectacular.