We like to hotel-hop to keep our inner hotelier gremlins happy and fed.
A caveat: they do love a property audit, so whenever these recollections meander into an operational review, know that those parts were when the gremlins seized the keyboard.
I climb the steps, hewn into stone, and walk along the palm-lined canal. For a while there is no sound but the serene rustle of the water, cold and clear and ancient, flowing through sunshine and shadow.
