Hotel. An old postcard in sepia tones. Polished mahogany banisters and burgundy floral carpet that turns footsteps to whispers.
A place of bell hops
High tea luncheons
Ladies in gloves and hats with veils
and Elevator men
Room service with linen napkins and polished silver.
Tinted plate glass windows adorned with gold etched letters and Italian marble fountains out front. Grand, wide steps leading to arched doorways. Architecture that loves itself proudly.
A place for round table writers –
gin and tonic for Scott and Zelda
champaign cocktails for Mrs P
Where time stops upon entry and harbors elegance for those who are privileged to know it.