Tuesday, March 8, 2011

City from hotel window, taken over skype

I'm not there, Daniel is. But I get to be at the other end of skype, wishing I was. Last night he called me from his hotel lobby, which incidentally became a nightclub entrance and strip bar by night.  Hordes of mini-skirted young women piled in through the doors behind him, adjusting themselves in mirrored surfaces...

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