Hotel Hiss
Oh yeah — I’ve been meaning to mention the elevator in my hotel. It’s the dinkiest little thing ever, and dreadfully cute, but not for the claustrophobic among us: I can reach lengthwise along the elevator without fully extending my arms, and it isn’t deep enough for two people to stand back to front, or in whatever order they wish to stand. Official capacity: three. (The only other time I’ve seen such a compact elevator was at my hotel in London on my first visit. I suppose if you’re retrofitting an older building, you work with the space you’ve got. Rather clever, actually.)
The photograph doesn’t really give you a sense of the scale, unfortunately, but I liked it anyway.
I think I’m going to start calling all elevators “hiss”es from now on. It’s a much more evocative term, really. :)
This is very cool, Heather. I like the photo of Heather’s Humble Hiss. But, good lord, don’t neglect your cofee intake!!
November 24th, 2006 | #