One thing that continues to stand out about this place is the intentionality of beautiful design. There seems to be no generic facade. No plain white ceiling. No surface left unconsidered. It's not even excessive adornment - I've seen little extravagance so far. Just incredible attention to beautiful design.
The marriage of practicality and artistry is everywhere, and it is incredible.
The sans-serif lettering on the hotel sign doesn't need to be formed with tiny, polished, monochromatic pebbles in order to be read, but someone did it anyway.
The support beams don't have to be shrouded in cerulean and ivory Moroccan tile to hold the building up, yet they are.
There's no rule that windows need to be flanked by bright green shutters and window boxes bursting with begonias and lilies, but sure enough, they are.
And why not?
Aesthetics are important. Art is important. It might not cure diseases or win battles (though at times it has played a role in both), but it brings great significance and weight to things that are otherwise considered ordinary.
People gathered the stones, laid the tile, planted the flowers, and chiseled the marble not out of necessity, but out of an appreciation for beauty, and I like to think, as a service to anyone who might catch a glance of these lovely places.