This week started in the Engadine valley and moved swiftly on from there. Zürich, Schaffhausen, Munich, Lisbon, Madrid and Marbella. Here are a few observations from the road.
Zernez. It will come as little surprise that Switzerland has a highly organised system for dealing with residency and work permits. Recently the government decided to move from a passport-style system of different colour-coded booklets to a more convenient biometric identity card. A couple of weeks ago, I received a notice advising that it was time for me to swap over and that I should show up at the regional centre for said affairs at 11.00 on Monday morning. I pulled up in front of the building at 10.57, was greeted by a friendly if stern woman at 10.59, was escorted into a small room and told to remove my scarf and glasses, and look in the mirror. In the corner of the room was a machine that could best be described as a stripped-back, standing version of an MRI. I was told to look at the data on the monitor (name, birthdate, etc.) and click on the screen if all was correct. Then I was told to look in the camera for a photo and add my signature on another screen below. “Are you sure that’s the signature you’re going to be happy with?” asked the woman. I told her I could improve on it and did my scrawl again. “Perfect. All done. You will be able to collect your card at your local office next Monday. Wishing you a good week.” I was back in the car at 11.04. There’s a lot of criticism that Switzerland has too many people on the government payroll but if it makes the state function swiftly and efficiently, I’m only too happy to pay my taxes.
The Ritz, Lisbon. Would they ever build such a hotel again? Every time I return to this property, I ask myself that question when I marvel at the scale of the place, the celebration of modernism and the custom details. As grand city hotels go, this is one that is not trying to win any points with influencers or the cool crowd. It’s solid, smart and staffed by professionals.
A bar in Lisbon’s Chiado district. It’s Wednesday, early evening, and a new-ish bar is filling up with a mixture of locals and tourists. The Lisboans are all well turned out, sporting good blazers and cashmere V-necks, and make for a good-looking room. Then it all changes. The doors swing open and a young couple walk in. He’s in shorts, trainers and a T-shirt; she’s a bit more dressed-up. You’ll never guess where they’re from. It’s probably 9C outside, the skies are dimming and I’m wondering how on earth these two could think that it’s appropriate to show up to such an establishment, in March, as if it was a beach club. Have we not reached the end of the line when it comes to “anything goes/wear what you want/I’m expressing myself”?
Burel Factory shop, also in Chiado. If you think that it’s only the Austrians and Südtirolers who have a monopoly on felt then you’ve not met the people behind the Burel Factory. Having spent the better part of a decade reviving the production processes of an ancient business, the family behind Burel now work with some of the world’s most respected luxury players, helping them to weave blankets, vests and work jackets. As I chat to the owner about the collection, we land on the topic of capes, a subject that she’s clearly passionate about. “Capes are very important to the Portuguese,” she says. “And we make them for all kinds of functions: making cheese, feeding the animals, working in the fields and more elegant occasions.” Don’t be too surprised if you start seeing more capes in the pages of both Monocle and Konfekt, and maybe in our autumn collection in-store.
Any bathroom, any fine establishment – of late. Why has it suddenly become a thing to have identical hand soap and hand cream dispensers side by side in restaurant and hotel bathrooms? And why is hand cream even necessary in the course of a lunch or dinner? Is it a new marker of luxury to offer hand cream in order to win points and more positive reviews? Do I really need to moisturise my hands for the afternoon ahead? I prefer the Japanese approach to amenities in fine establishments: tooth flossing sticks and mouthwash. Rather more useful.
Any restaurant, bar or hotel attempting to look modern and sustainable. It was bound to happen. Many of those vertical green walls were never going to work, no matter how much they were watered, over-lit and injected with plant cocaine. Now we have thousands of square metres of plastic plants all over the world climbing walls and looking dusty, toxic and fake. The green vertical wall was a nice idea at the time and some continue to work well with a hell of a lot of upkeep but perhaps it’s time for clients and architects to resist the need to send greenery up interior walls.
The Rosewood Villa Magna, Madrid. If the Ritz Lisbon had a more svelte Iberian cousin, it would be the recently opened Rosewood in the Spanish capital. When I pulled up on Thursday, it was a proper Hong Kong-style welcome, with a full line-up of staff to say hello, a quick escort to the lift and a fine suite on the top floor. The hotel has put considerable thought into smart uniforms and, better yet, they’ve ensured that they’re worn by proper grown-ups with decades of experience in the hospitality business. The hotel lobby buzzes with a good crowd of locals, the service is gracious and there’s also the soon-to-be-super-upmarket El Corte Inglés connected via the back door.