Fountaine Pajot MY40

ndulating panes of glass, like waves on the ocean, rise, one above the other, climbing the Troía Design Hotel’s façade, seemingly unbounded by the laws of gravity and design conformity. Take the elevator up. Upon closer inspection, the still, rippling surfaces are balconies that look down on the marina, where boats of all stripes and nationalities share slips as they rock on the real thing. From the hotel’s pool deck—or from the infinity pool, because it’s a fricken infinity pool—a guest may look out on the Atlantic and spy container ships streaming into Setúbal across the strait. If he is so inclined, he can kick back and enjoy Portugal’s sandy, off-the-radar peninsula, full of deserted beaches that make up this laid-back, if über-wealthy, retreat. Being there feels like you’re in the know. The feeling is immeasurably heightened if the guest catches a glimpse of the massive pod of bottlenose dolphins that patrols these waters.