I’ve always dreamed of living in a loft—someplace with soaring ceilings, massive windows, and exposed brick. Stepping into The Lincoln, a new hotel in an old mill building in Biddeford, Maine, felt like entering a portal to an imaginary alternative life. One where I am an urban dweller with impeccable taste and all the time in the world to sip cocktails in a chic lounge while leafing through books on design.
The transformation started at the reception desk, where a friendly employee offered me a glass of prosecco with my room key. My alter ego had no deadlines to meet, or kids to assist with homework, so why not indulge? While the plush seating in the lobby, dotted with art books splayed open on
