Sorry if you thought this was going to be a story about raging, as the term “a night on the tiles” suggests. I actually mean tiles.
In Tile-land, (Thailand, get it?), we stayed at Thara Patong Resort, and I liked the use of blue tiles inlaid in otherwise dreary concrete pathways.
Going downstairs was always easier than returning hot and tired at the end of a big shopping day. The tiles made the stairs far more interesting to contend with each time we wended our weary way back up to the Banyan Suite on the third floor.
Then there were the glass tiles, used for privacy in windows backing onto main thoroughfares.
Tic -tac-toe, anyone?