6th of August
The breakfast. Breaking the nightly fast was something we were looking forward to. Denied the opportunity to eat in the Bistro, we were somewhat starved when the morning finally came. Interestingly, there had been several notes celebrating the splendor of the breakfast, but surprisingly little information providing practical details. In fact, when we went down and started yanking the door, a young lady provided us with the information that it would be another 15-20 minutes before breakfast was served. And then she looked at us and tried to lock the door, as if we would decide to sneak in while her back was turned to snatch a scoop of Kalles kaviar perhaps. Unfortunately, the door wouldn't lock, even after her insistent attempts, so she instead placed a small ashtray outside the door to stop us. Let me just add, for a moment here, that I live in a modern world. I have seen zombie movies, alright? This barrier wouldn't really suffice to stop a horde of ravenous proles, clawing to...