I had a perfect moment at the Viceroy. It was my birthday and I was lying there, basking on a sun lounger beside the swimming pool, a paperback on my lap, a cold martini in my hand, tinkling gently as ice crystals melted in the evening sun, and I had one decision to make. Should I walk the five footsteps to the jacuzzi for a quick soak, or order from the delicious poolside menu? In the end I opted for a little bit of both. That’s the level of mental effort you’ll need to exert in this oasis of desert glamour.

Even by American service standards, the waiters and staff at The Viceroy are outstanding, not just helpful but actually fun and engaging. They went beyond the call of duty, even leaving chocolate strawberries in my room on my birthday.

Palm Springs is already a beautiful place, renowned for its architecture, so The Viceroy’s status as the loveliest hotel in town is serious praise. My villa – complete with dining area, fireplace and patio onto a fountained courtyard garden – was so jaw-dropping it was almost a crime to venture outside.

Zack’s oasis within an oasis was a decadent slice of old Hollywood glamour, the Viceroy Palm Springs.