I moved to a new hotel. It was BRILLIANT, the best place I've stayed so far. Owned by a charming homosexual of the old-fashioned kind, the lobby was filled with vases of blowsy roses and table lamps on side tables, turned on at dusk to cast pools of light. The walls of the television room were covered in old black and white photographs of grande dames and divas and opera poured out of a hidden sound system. The breakfast salon had a grand piano in it. The long dark corridors were heavily layered with cave wall stucco and the bathrooms had dribbly lukewarm showers. No WIFI, no hoards of morons reciting pages of the Lonely Planet, no information point or noticeboards. Brilliant brilliant brilliant.
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