Antique European furniture sits under a thatched palm roof. A library lined with bookshelves and cascading greenery give way to a patio on a placid lagoon. Here in this tiny hotel on a relatively small island in the South Pacific, Polynesian art shares space with thick woven rugs that look straight out of an Oxford library. The whole thing feels like a tropical fever dream; squint and it could be 1890 up in here, where European colonial aesthetics are woven into a lush Polynesian landscape.
It’s hot like Hawai’i, and blue waves crash just like they do in Hawai’i. Fresh mango and pineapple are sold at
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