Something about stepping into the tiled steam showers after a massage at Salon 505 says, unapologetically, "I am pampering myself, okay?" Sprigs of eucalyptus dangle from the shower head, filling the booth with heady vapors. Shower gels and shampoos redolent of herbs are perched on a shelf for the lathering. Wrap yourself in the hotel-grade, white terry robe as your redo your makeup. Sip some herbal tea. Greet the outside world again. Why is it you never remember to treat yourself this well at home?
