Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix, "The Blue Room."
...IN the BLUE ROOM, she says, "Do U mind if I don't take off my Silk stockings?" A ROOM, a dream. I shook a weary head.
A Blue Room, in L'Hotel, in CASIS, 20km from Marseilles, "Bouillabaisse"" on-tap? (I wrote about this in my 1st. Novel: "ROMAN HOLIDAY"/Google? Copy around someplace.). She wanted money of course. Everybody's need, but WE, (Silk-whoosits & MIO) this night, never got it ON as FRENCH Hotels, their chambers/rooms have "paper-thin" WALLS? So SHE & I drank good local Vino, smoked some "Dobie" played :SNAP!" & and laughed both our ASSES off listening to the amorous debacle going ON on either side of our Chamber!...Then, we being a tad in our CUPS started vocally-imitating our Hotel neighbor's "Sexual Soundtrack"?... (A Double=Album on ONE side?): "Daddy-DADDY!, and "WHIP my Bateau!?"
Checking OUT of the BLUE ROOM, the L'Hotel, the next morning, "Silk-Stockings" ($50 n change) having departed pre-dawn?... I got some HARD STARES from the Hotel's fellow Guest, Cafe-Petite Déjeuner, sipping/nibbling anger-flushed, lounging in the Reception. I kept my OWN voice to a Checkout-whisper!
Weeks later I DID send a Postcard (mid-90s) to the Hotel-Concierge requesting the same Hotel Room for the next BOULE Tournament!....OH! Did I not mention? CASIS has a Boule Festival. From your private Plaza Square hotel-balcony U can enjoy Champion BOULE players compete? And in ROOMS adjacent (d"dans les Hotel Chambres") U can HEAR Balls Click!? My favorite is the BLUE ROOM.
CLACKETY-CLACK!!!
c.2025. Dave Delacroix
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