There is a kind of perfect hotel room embedded like a seed within a kind of perfect holiday experience. It can'r be photographed exactly - only suggested. In Nara, Japan we found a room that grew more beautiful at dusk, the fading golden light bouncing off the Coca-cola building and through the bamboo blinds landing at our feet like a present. It was dated and warm like a kindly but distant relative who is filled with interesting stories about their travels abroad. It demands very little of you and gives a lot. Aesthetically it is "foreign businessman on a regional business trip with a very modest expense account" circa 1988. Dated but in a charming way. The colour scheme was honey and gold and teak. In there it felt like only good things could happen to us. The TV showed documentaries from Japan's industrial heyday. On the bed a matching pair of scratchy plaid pajamas laid out by an unseen hand. The Coca-cola logo loomed keeping us safe.