The lobby of my mid-priced hotel smelled of mid-priced perfume. An older woman with short ash blonde hair beamed over the top of a full champagne flute at what I assume were her granddaughters, who appeared to be around four and six and wore matching brown jumpers with white blouses. At the front desk three American men on the young side of middle age – indie musicians? rock
link climbers? content creators? –
link flirted with the tolerant,
link pretty, pleasant but firmly uninterested desk clerk.
