Waking up at the standard, too early , still on Paris time, one whole wall is a gaping skyscraper window. Glass floor to ceiling. Makes you afraid to be too close the edge, but it is a good luxurious fear. Just realized I can see the statue of Liberty.
The hotel is indeed magnificent, everything and everybody is sleek and arrogant.
The handsome young concierge refused to even look up as he checked me in yesterday, maybe it should be enough that he let me stay in his hotel.
I asked him a question, he shuffled off pretending not to have heard. I realized my jaw had tightened, I'm cranky/disoriented after the flight, I so wanted so much to go over the beautiful designer counter and hurt him.