Today there was a violin and scissors and glue and the girl said, "I hope you can come back." Me too because she meant it.
Cappuccinos and nothing more except bourbon.
I would lounge on those couches there by the window and read the paper every section except "Business" and "Sports" because I care for neither. I would definitely invite the man with the mustache to my room, maybe twice, and I don't even like mustaches.
He will ask me what books should fill the shelves and I will tell him.
He will ask me what record to play and I will tell him