A tall man wearing a long overcoat turned as he heard the taxi approach. Despite the blustery wind the doorman stood upright in the driveway as though expecting me. I paid the driver, the doorman opened the door and in Mandarin, respectfully said “welcome home madam”. He invited me into the lobby, assuring me he would take care of my luggage. I stepped past the carmine doors into the warmth of the lobby and was quickly greeted by Joe, one of the hotel’s Culturists. The traditional attire and Chinoiserie were a masterful blend of old and new and gave a luxurious initial impression. It was my first encounter of the brand and I was already liking the Capella Shanghai, Jian Ye Li.