I loved this hotel room. It was lush and ornate, I loved the canopy and the heavy curtains. It was such a beautiful room but it just reeked of smoke. I don’t smoke but in most hotels the smoking rooms don’t smell like this, I understand how smoke just seeps into the drapery but still I felt like I’d been out clubbing all night in stead of dreaming. You know that feeling when you can’t go to sleep without washing your hair because all you can smell is smoke and you leave your clothes in the hall way because they reek. Anyway, really it was just such a perfect romantic room and the view was lovely.
Our hotel was yellow and some how during this trip I’ve become partial to yellow buildings, althought maybe I was before as I have a vague memory of seeing yellow houses near Prinston.