a few days ago i wrote about my small hotel room. well, it’s about time to add something. first, inside bordeaux’ trams people get packed together like sardins. and in paris’ metro, it’s even worse. in particular if it stops in the middle of the tunnel while one is compressed by an enormous amount of people around oneself. i’m really happy that this is over.
how small a hotel room can be? by induction on the ones i’ve been in, and in particular the one i’m in right now, probably infinitely small. well. it could be much better, if someone (from here on known as the interior designer™) wouldn’t have messed it up and arranged the things inside here a bit more clever, i wouldn’t feel like being in a puppet house, without space to move…
