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London, England, United Kingdom
April 12, 2011
From journal Germany a great country to visit
February 3, 2011
, West Virginia
June 4, 2003
Hospitality continued. Front desk put us on 22nd floor, "club floor." (My companion had just achieved gold--or Sheraton was rewarding us for daring to travel just after the start of the war.) Either way, our key unlocked the club lounge, where finger sandwiches and cookies were set out, wine on ice, the frig stocked with sodas and beer. We tried the German meats before returning to our room. A knock on the door produced a shy young lady in quaint maid’s uniform, complete with bonnet. She unloaded a cart of goodies: tray of fruit, enough for two people for two days; two bags of cookies tied with ribbons; and two 1.5-liter bottles of sparkling water. Surprises weren’t finished--our black-and-yellow room in barcode and dot matrix was alluring!
I opened sheers to behold red-tiled roofs, black Germanic steeples, white windmills, and a dramatic rainbow truncated by Leipzig’s tallest building, the only skyscraper in view. Photo opps kept us busy until dark, when the view was postcard-perfect. I flipped a switch, and the column in the corner lighted with a romantic soft yellow glow--the entire rectangular column I had thought just a support! Under it, the all-glass desk sparkled, and wallpaper appeared two-dimensional with dot-matrix pattern, white on white, very Bauhaus. What I had thought was black carpet became midnight blue with a barcode pattern of yellow. Leather straps on the mod black headboard held head-rest pillows complementing the bright yellow upholstered armchair. "Oh!" . . . the comfy, quite substantial chair had no front under the seat--just air! It was a "dreamy" room with all the quirky surprises Bauhaus decor could provide--Sheraton was showcasing the historic beginnings of the design movement in Leipzig and Weimar, where it was first taught in universities.
The bath was as nice with bronze-brown marble and tile and an opaque glass hinged door. Everything was immaculate, Westin brand personal items displayed with care. The only problem was one I caused when I plugged in my toothbrush: pop! I had thought I had the proper connectors for Germany. (They had worked in Belgium!) Maintenance had gone, but we were offered another room to sleep--we could leave our things and come back at 7am. "Another room? No! We can bathe by hallway lights!" I was thanked for being so "gracious"--me? I learned that front desk would have provided adaptors. Maintenance flipped our breaker at 7am. Everything was Westin "heavenly" once more.
From journal Leipzig Lyrics and Lions