The main rooms of the small mountain hotel overlooked the valley on the broad side of the long building. It had two adjacent wood-paneled reception rooms on the ground floor, both of them accessible from the corridor and connected by a door. The smaller of them looked like a comfortable place in which to sit and read, and the larger one, with five well-placed tables, was clearly the place in which meals were served. On the first-floor there were bedrooms with deep, shady wooden balconies, on the second floor more bedrooms opening onto terraces.
I would enjoy looking at the open sky from the upper rooms, I thought, as we approached the hotel for the first time. But the thought of staying in one of the first-floor rooms and reading or writing in the intimate atmosphere of the shady balcony in the late afternoon in turn seemed no less inviting.
İçeriğe geç
camekan 