slip out the back and
discover a whole new world:
Squalor. Rust. Freedom.
What I love about big cities – when I’m a.) not trying to drive in them, b.) not trying to get anywhere on time, and c.) when they don’t completely overwhelm me – is that there’s something a bit weird around every corner. At Liz’s hotel, there was a Brobdingnagian sized chair, antlered furniture, fainting couches, and very dim light. Why? Still not sure, but it made for bizarre pictures – and of course, the ubiquitous selfie.
everyone believes
the next shot will be the best
Where’s Mr. DeMille…?
Love this! The room looks like a movie set. 🙂
Doesn’t it? That is one SWANK – and dark – hotel.
Looks as though all y’all are having fun in the city!!!
I’m just glad our hair is lying down; it was crazy windy and we hadn’t even thought to run fingers through before snapping pics in that incredibly dark room…