Location is everything.
And in a geotagged world of growing dots and pins, location is clearly the pedestal of more than just real estate. So a trip to Nashville clearly took the luxury hotel lover in me to an apt spot. The Omni Nashville connected seamlessly to the iconic Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum, and located right next to the city’s prime attractions.
Usually such hotels are bustling with activity as anxiety clings onto the air like a virus. However, in this case, the serenity of marble floors and wrought iron interior windows displayed a calm that was familiarly Southern in many ways, reminding me of a recent luscious escape in Delhi.
With luscious chandeliers and modern furniture and design, all reflecting off of polished marble floors, the lobby catered to Nashville’s bubbly and elite all at once. With swanky Southern styles sashaying down the floors at every passing moment, it made for apt people watching, a fabulous hobby in any new city. And when there were no people around, the artwork on the walls, often in touchable three dimensions, was eye candy for the mind.
My suite was the epitome of the trip, with a luscious view of Nashville’s curious skyline. A legoland in its own right, the peak at the AT&T building was well worth salivating over, and observing day and night.
The room had quotes of country music with comfy and spacious couches and baths, clearly showcasing the cultural pride that the city was known for. My favorite was “In memory everything seems to happen to music” by Tennesssee Williams. Feeling in the spirit, it encouraged a trip down to the Country Music Hall of Fame.
Which, to my surprise, was a place I spent hours in, gaping at the history of a part of the continent I had been unaware of. It was integrated with the hotel on all three levels. This meant that you could walk from the marbled floors right into the iconic hall of fame, with a transition speckled with artwork and stores, and a quieter rendition of ticketing which was in contrast to the chaos on the main entrance.
Saving myself an entire afternoon, I learned and relearned about the costumes and swank of the stars of the South. Literally flooded with historical artifacts, original outifts, and detailed descriptions of the bling that catapulted stars to literal stardom, I couldn’t help but ogle the finesse and detailing. The fashion was clearly of interest, as was the architecture in the three story museum.
The neighborhood itself was lively, a short walk from the likes of the Honky Tonks and Walk of Fame, and with free shuttles to other attractions that I will likely cover in separate writeups, including Studio B of Elvis, The Parthenon replica from Greece, and The Grand Ole Opry. The batman building looked surprisingly unflattering from the ground, beckoning me back into my perch at my suite windowsill.
I ended the day at Mokara Spa, lusciously inhaling a bath soak and massage, ready for a night of southern hospitality and nightlife in a vibrant city. For while my heart lies with luxury travel, my arteries are always flowing with a love for food.
I admittedly spent many hours on the windowsill, perched like a bird ready to set flight. Because as they say, a bird is powered by its own flight and its motivation. And my motivation is my addiction to travel.