So the pick-up is a limousine-d Innova with liveried personal assistance, the lobby is a sweeping ode to international homogeneity, the artistic thread-and-spindles installation by the bank of elevators appears inspired by the textile traditions of the South, the bathroom fittings are Grohe, the bidet Roca, the suites are very spacious, housekeeping prepares the temperature-controlled plunge pool for a &lsquowellness bath&rsquo while you are away fine dining, the concierge greets guests by name, they will remember what papers you like to read, and the breakfast trolley arrives equipped with a toaster to pop out crisp bread. A lily pond and a rooftop infinity pool (divine at sunset, when the sea breeze sets in) are other attractions. The Park Hyatt is mostly content inhabiting the line that divides discretion and distinction, evident even in the evocatively named Antahpura Spa, unexpectedly another study in browns and beiges, its silent corridor leading to six chambers of muted lights and soft-spoken masseurs, the absence of colour relieved only by a few strewn rose petals, a lone rectangle of brightly-coloured silk, and the dancer&rsquos salangai (ghungroo) shaken gently to awaken guests lulled into drowsing.