The Nomad Hotel

Last night I was out with friends at The NoMad and something small caught my attention.

The door.

When I arrived it was opened for me. When I left it was opened for me again.

But the moment that stuck with me happened on the way in.

I had just walked through when another guest approached and the door started to close. Technically the job was done. One guest in.

Instead, the doorman hurried back to catch the door so the next person wouldn’t have to open it themselves.

A tiny thing. Almost silly to point out.

But both he and I apologised to the woman walking in behind me. Him because he wanted to get there in time. Me because I wanted her to feel the same welcome.

Which made me think. For a place called NoMad… they seem to have mastered the one thing a nomad really hopes to find.

A door that’s always open.