Moondoves & The Poopsnake
Hyatt St. Claire mural in the bathroom of our top-floor room. From here we have a marvellous view of the Marriott across the way and can log into their free wireless. <*grin*> We are staying in a hotel in the town we live in, as tomorrow is a kickin’ Juneteenth celebration out by the Poopsnake (aka, San Jose’s answer to the Aztec god Quetzalcoatl, that the artist interpreted as a giant coiled pile of…you guessed it) in Plaza de Cesar Chavez.
On Tuesday, this most ancient of hotels in this city is to be sold and for all the citizens know, its Romantic era carved, inlaid, marbled and ornately embellished furnishings may well be scrapped. Including the hand-painted murals in every room and the marvellous marble fireplaces like the one in the room we’re staying in. We thought we’d get our kicks for our first and last time before the debacle. We dine at the hotel restaurant Il Fornaio on a regular basis, but have never stayed here. When you live in the town, why would you?
A night away from the crazy kids (for which read: crack-smokin’ kitties…well they *act* like they smoke crack sometimes!) and a homebase for the morrow’s celebration. We’re enjoying our weekend - and hope you enjoy yours…
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