When it comes to relaxation, sometimes a face mask, meditation session or even curling up with a good book doesn’t quite cut it — especially when I’ve had one of those weeks where everything piles up and finding my inner Zen becomes just another chore on my to-do list. But as I slip into my swimmers, robe and pool slides in the pink-tiled sanctuary of The Bathhouse, a wave of serenity envelops me. Four hours of complete “me time” awaits.
I walk along the pastel-hued corridor and emerge in the lounge area, taking a seat on one
