CREDIT: Iman Al-Dabbagh

Paint fumes lingered inside the airy new studio, where my thighs were burning from the endless squats. Around me, Lululemon-clad women with bare arms and lustrous hair gripped the wooden ballet barre and assessed themselves in the mirrors, while our instructor cheered us on. “Put on your brake lights,” Rihanna chanted over the sound system. “You’re in the city of wonder.”

Outside the windowless room, this city of wonder was shining. Palm trees waved gently near the outdoor plaza, at a picturesque remove from midafternoon traffic. Fountains gurgled next to a large Shake Shack, while the patrons at two adjacent Starbucks sat basking in the sunlight of a large patio. Read more by clicking here: Inc