A rare chance to stay in hotels, which I did for the last five days.
I love hotels; I love pretty much everything about them. I especially like ones that have a comfy place to sit near the lobby to watch people go by and perhaps sip a cappuccino.
In the hotel room, Grandson letting me know I look okay in this photo
I love the room service. Waking to a pot of coffee and morning papers or having a bagel with lox delivered to your door any time day or night seems like a very civilized way to live.
Having a room with a view...from the 24th floor, Toronto's Yonge Street looked phenomenal. The lights from all the surrounding high rises made each night look magical.
The awesome showers; I guess these must be researched so that the water streams are especially soothing. And I mustn't forget the pristine white towels, that I had nothing to do with washing or folding.
Everyone you meet are in good moods. They are on holidays or get aways or conventions. In the elevator I saw plenty of people heading to the gym or pool, carrying shopping bags or cameras and maps. Fun stuff.
I can kind of understand why so many famous people chose to live out their lives in hotels. Omar Sharif, Tennessee Williams, Richard Harris are just a few. Closer to my home, the famous portrait photographer, Karsh, lived in Ottawa's Chateau Laurier for eighteen years.