
“This is insane,” a woman says as a butler takes her on a tour of The Chancery Rosewood’s spa.
We are in the basement levels of what used to be the US embassy in London. Now, there are state-of-the-art hydrotherapy pools and a cold-plunge tank, along with a sauna and steam room. I am stretched like a cat on a heated marble lounger that is far more comfortable than any angular stone slab has the right to be.





