At the Sofitel Angkor Phokeethra, where cloisters-like corridors are fragrant with lemongrass and where staff demurely whisper ‘Bonjour’ as they glide past, life is serene.In the early morning on the way to breakfast, I invariably stop to admire the tracery of silvery pearls deposited nightly by monsoonal downpours on the huge lily pads that float on the ponds.Read 15...
