Wednesday, September 17, 2008

The Magic Hotel

On a walk around the city, Joey, Meg, and I wander into the lobby of a seemingly decrepit hotel. Entranced by the antique mermaid doorknobs and mosaic tiled floors, we follow a winding staircase to the second floor.

It is lovely. There's even a dining room that reminds me of home:

And the canopied bed I always wanted as a child:

Up another flight and there's Chiang Mai in all its cloud-colored glory.

We are all three in love with this place, and we spend the next hour brainstorming how we can afford to stay there. Joey has a friend's father visiting. Meg could tell her employer her basement's flooded. I suggest we rent the whole thing for a New Years Eve party. Or a wedding. Any takers?

1 comment:

Jocelyn M. Berger said...

Yes! Love it! Let's get frarried there.