While they observe, you participate, acting like a tenant rather than a transient. If ever proof were needed that hotels are dull, there it was in a recent issue of Time Out. Flat dwellers, in my experience, come across far more lively questionnaires. I was wondering if you had any strong feelings about it. The coffee shop owner, a doleful Algerian, gave me a remedy for homesickness in the bargain.
Home is where the food is.
I ordered another round of coffee and croissant. But home is also where the right bedding is, and while others abroad might miss their hair dryers and microwaves, in London it's the top sheet I miss. For those unfamiliar with standard English bedding, it's worth mentioning that what we in the United States call the flat sheet simply doesn't exist. But no top sheet. This means you're either roasting under the feather quilt, or freezing when you throw it off.