ROM THE PANORAMIC balcony of my Regal Suite on the 17 floor, the world feels comfortably far. The Dubai skyline is spread out in front of me, across a bright blue stretch of the Arabian Sea. The sky is cerulean and the weather balmy. Before the intense heat of summer bogs the desert city down, the resort’s palm-fringed coastline is abuzz with guests enjoying swims. That’s the beauty of being on The Palm Jumeirah, one of the most iconic man-made islands in the emirate, consisting of a trunk, 17 fronds, and an 11-kilometre-long crescent-shaped islet that is home to Atlantis,
