The Royal Hawaiian
It was the age of opulence, when high society behaved as if life were a permanent holiday, and counted among civilization's most necessary luxuries a month-long sojourn at The Royal Hawaiian. It was the age of legends, of madcap heiresses and matinee idols, old-world princes and freshly-minted tycoons. It was the last age of innocence, when there were still corners of the map that remained secret, known only to a privileged few.
Such a place was the Pink Palace of the Pacific. Opened in 1927, it brought fame to Waikiki Beach. And its lure is as powerful today, with its soaring turrets, hushed Coconut Grove, and service that anticipates every need, wish, and whim. Only at The Royal.