My poem in Bewildering Stories this month is about the first time my husband to be and I went to Paris. He’d never been abroad and I knew Paris quite well so we went on a shoe-string holiday and stayed in L’Hotel Central at Chateau d’Eau just by Porte St Denis. It was the cheapest hotel and very central indeed, very noisy and I think some of the rooms were let by the hour. But we were young and in love and so it was all magical and romantic and though we have stayed in Paris many times since then, I think nothing has ever quite captured that sense of togetherness, the excitement of being, if you know what I mean, quite grown-up and the sights and sounds, the perfumes of Paris, the thrill of it all – at least until I wrote this poem.
Looks like that hotel has been all spruced up 🙂