We arrive at the hotel. Larry took the elevator, no way that I was riding in there with him. Europe is claustrophobic to this American.
Next to the elevator picture is my hero pose. No that is not Schwarzenegger. I grew a beard to keep from being confused with Brad Pitt, plus sometimes I am mistaken for the governor.
Look at the beds. Though we may have been in a hotel that Oscar Wilde stayed in while in Paris in 1899, we had no desire to emulate him.
We moved the beds far apart every night when we returned "home" and sure enough when returned the next day, the beds were back together again. This scenario would be repeated in Jerusalem, but I don't believe Oscar Wilde ever stayed there.
There was no way that I was sleeping next to that dipstick.
We didn't stay in the room long. Larry said that we needed to go out and see Paris.
Next we go to the Palais Garnier the location of The Phantom of the Opera where I told Emily that I was applying for a new job.
Are you taking a picture of Uncle Larry with his camera or is there a mirror there for you to enjoy looking at yourselves as you arrive on the desired floor?
ReplyDeleteI can't help but think when you say "there's no way I'm sleeping next to that dipstick" how many times you were probably all cuddled up in bed with one another as kids! HOW CUTE!!!!! I guess it's not quite the same now. -- Elise