That great rock, drawn since the beginning of time, always present and vigilant, erect and serious like a guard of Her Majesty, affectionate and beguiling like the most beautiful of sirens. Refuge for painters in love and a killer of clueless ships.

Yesterday at La Moraleja, The Quiet Hotel, we watched the daylight fade into a soft dusk before the sun returned once more.

This time, Gunter Sachs and Brigitte Bardot are the protagonists of my chronicle, but who is to say it isn’t actually you?

"Hotel", a gripping 1965 novel by rthur Hailey, exploring the internal dramas, luxury, and secrets of an independent New Orleans hotel fighting to preserve its traditional, old-school elegance.