not much to say here. loved watching the town from my taxi; slept on the plane, taxied to the hotel. another lovely hotel, but this one lacked a restaurant. i realized how much i appreciate hotel restaurants. all i wanted was to grab a bite for dinner and settle into my room with a good book [this one was one of the best; a p.g. wodehouse novel. thank heaven the man wrote over 80 books in his long life!]. i asked at the desk; they gave me info on a local, decently priced place a block or so away. while i searched for it i came across a chinese restaurant, which i figured would have to have some vegetarian fare, which they did. nothing spectacular, but good and plentiful, and i took 1/2 back to the hotel with me. reading wodehouse in bed and drifting into sleep grinning is always wonderful....
No comments:
Post a Comment