Good things come in small packages—and the boutique spa here is one of them.
A tiny entrance done in beiges and warm browns gives way to several treatment rooms and a small but plush lounge with low lighting, cushy chairs, and a bowl of fruit. Though the spa’s treatments with Prada products beckoned—the entire roster is fairly brief—what I craved was a great massage. And I got one.
In the Tranquility massage (50 minutes, $115), my therapist, Yanick, used moves from various disciplines including Swedish and deep tissue—working pressure points with her thumbs, kneading with her palms, and using her elbows in long sweeping motions to ease stressed muscles and trouble spots. It was certainly tranquil, and more important, I felt as if my aches and pains had melted away.
As small as the spa is, there is a sauna and steam area for lingering after treatments as well as a well-appointed locker room. The hotel’s lobby lounge is a favorite après-spa spot for gal pals who sip Champagne and nibble on appetizers. Some even make a day of it, shopping and dining in Georgetown—valet parking is free with a spa service, so those in the know take advantage.
