The next morning…
Ding, ding, ding. The perfectly spaced beeps gradually grew louder as I went down the elevator. I thought either the hotel was messing with me or my nerves were getting the best of my consciousness. Swoosh. A cool breeze swept the surface of my face as the steel elevator doors slid open.
The architecture was astounding. French details covered everything from the tiles on the floor to the moldings on the ceiling. I skipped blissfully towards the entrance (or so I imagined) anticipating what more was to come. A beautiful two story fountain occupied the center of the lobby, surrounded by a meticulously placed french inspired bar that greeted guests as they entered from the street. I thought to myself, “southern people know how to live!” Whether you wanted a glass of wine or a tasting of vodka, they had you covered two steps into the hotel. Preventing myself from tasting a whole bottle of vodka, I rushed towards the front. As I was revolving onto Main Street, the hotel chatter behind me slowly silenced while the buzz of the city engulfed my senses. It was unlike any place I have been to in my life. In the course of writing this blog DISCRIS reached 74,000 views and 3,400 follows. Thank you for the love you guys!
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