This trendy hotel is home to Madrid's coolest rooftop pool
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Score 9/10If you didn't think white on white could be a colour scheme, you haven't stayed at an Edition hotel. Each of the Madrid Edition's 177 guest rooms, 21 suites and two penthouse suites (including connecting rooms ideal for families) follows the same all-white, ultra-minimalist vibe. There is nothing sterile about it — instead the whiteness feels clean, calming and sexy. The smallest 29 sq m Superior rooms have king beds and views of the interior courtyard.
Studio Terrace rooms come with a private outdoor terrace with views of the historic neighbourhood. At the very top end, there's the Madrid Penthouse Suite, a 162 sq m two-storey affair with a huge, fully furnished terrace space, including a private pool. All the rooms feature baroque-inspired headboards and grey furry throws. Timeless bathrooms in stone and rose gold are deliciously infused with the addictive scent of Edition's signature Le Labo bath amenities. Score 9/10Edition hotels are like urban resorts, designed to entice their guests to stay put. They are also vibrant meeting points for the local who's who. The Madrid Edition has this balance down pat. The culinary highlight is Oroya, where the notable chef Diego Muñoz wows with his flavour-packed Peruvian dishes in an exuberantly colourful, plant-filled rooftop space with a large outdoor terrace.
Scarpetta serves fresh signature pastas, made daily, alongside the likes of ribeye and Iberian pork chops. The Lobby Bar is loungey, while the Punch Room is dark and sultry. As for the basement Mistica club, it is making a name for itself as one of Madrid's most exclusive nightlife destinations.
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Score 8/10With its sprawling infinity pool, the roof of the Madrid Edition is the place to see and be seen on scorching summer days. As the temperature cools, bag one of the sunset-facing, bright-white sunbeds and gaze at the sky shifting from pink to deep orange over the terracotta-coloured rooftops of Madrid's old town.
The 24-hour gym is large and well-equipped (but sadly windowless), while the spa has five treatment rooms offering experiences like the Edition signature massage using the brand's exclusive Le Labo oil. Don't forget to check out the extensive culture and entertainment programme that features everything from live music to DJ sessions, guest bartender events and culinary pop-ups.
Score 9/10There is no better location if you're looking to explore Madrid on foot. Shopaholics will spend hours at the next-door El Corte Ingles department store, while night owls will want to sample Madrid's favourite late night/early morning snack (the local equivalent of a doner kebab, if you will) of churros and hot chocolate from the 24-hour Chocolateria San Gines that has been serving hungry Madrileños since 1894. As for the major tourist sites, Puerta del Sol, Plaza Mayor, Gran Via, Mercado de San Miguel, the Opera House and the Royal Palace are all less than a ten-minute stroll away. The downside to this ultra-central location is the traffic, which tends to be chaotic, so allow at least an extra 15 minutes if you are trying to leave by taxi.
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Isabelle Kliger was a guest of the Madrid Edition (marriott.com)
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