But inside:
This is the dining room:
I went to use the women's room:
The tour director told us that there was something wild and wacky in the men's room, so another woman and I went in to see:
The secret was that as soon as you stand at the urinal, a waterfall starts to flow down the back wall of rocks (which, I presume, you're... meant to... pee into?).
This was my kind of place. For real, I wish we had something like this close-by (if we do, please tell me), but I think there's only room enough for one place like this in the universe. Check out their rooms- I love Caveman and Vous. Harvard Square would feel like you're staying in someone's basement, right? I'm going to take all my home decorating ideas from all these room!
I didn't have nearly enough time here to look around and fully appreciate the deranged floral flamboyancy of it all, but I did bring a piece of it home- I bought one of their goblets, which is currently one of my most prized possessions. I feel like a queen when I drink from it. An unapologetically ostentatious queen.
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