The Viewpoint Hotel sits quietly on the edge of York’s coastline, facing the Atlantic with an unbothered kind of confidence. And sure enough, if New England luxury had a front-row seat to the ocean, The Viewpoint Hotel would be the VIP lounge. This boutique retreat is tailor-made for those who appreciate the finer things (that’s you). It’s the kind of place where fog rolls in like a local and the Nubble Lighthouse feels close enough to touch. The rooms are…

If it feels like First Class is vanishing into thin air, that’s because it’s starting to. Airlines aren’t advertising it, but they’re steadily removing traditional First Class cabins. They are replacing them with Business Class that does a very good impression of the old front-row treatment. Instead of eight empty thrones and a dedicated galley, the focus has shifted to sleek, self-contained pods with sliding doors, lie-flat seats, wireless everything, and of course, Champagne. Airlines such as American, United, and…

Only in Venice could a pair of sneaker geniuses decide to create a hotel that feels like an art prank and a dreamscape rolled into one. The duo behind Golden Goose — yes, those scuffed-up kicks your cool niece swears by — took over the 13th-century Palazzo Ca’ da Mosto, gave it a good shake, and turned it into the Venice Venice Hotel — a place that feels like a special secret club. You’ll find yourself somewhere between an art…

Paris is a city of clichés, and we love her for it. The cobblestones. The café chairs. The way everyone somehow looks good even when they’re doing absolutely nothing. But not all Paris hotels have to feel like a black-and-white movie. Some lean more technicolor disco dream. SO/ Paris is a sky-high stunner with fashion week energy and futuristic design. It’s bold, it’s a little sassy, and it’s definitely not whispering. If classic Paris is a silk scarf and red…

Back in 1973, Jean Denoyer gave New York the kind of French brasserie that felt like it had been waiting just off Madison Avenue all along. La Goulue made its mark with the chandeliers that glowed above tables set for Dover sole, cheese soufflé, and late lunches that drift right into dinner. And when its first lease ended, the story didn’t end. Denoyer reopened on East 61st Street, and the regulars happily followed, drawn by steak tartare and just the…