Our little side trip to Colorado also allowed David to have a couple of important business meetings (which I got to skip), so on Saturday, we headed down to Denver. First, though, we stopped in to our once and future neighborhood to say hello to our friends and motorcycle buddies, the Psykos. (More about them and our Harley adventures here and here and here.) Everyone was very welcoming, which is a plus, since we’ve already committed to moving back to the neighborhood!
If you’ve been following our adventures in France, you know how much we like interesting old architecture, so you won’t be surprised that our favorite place to stay in Denver is the Brown Palace Hotel, where the Christmas lights were still up (woohoo) . . .
. . . and there were shimmering chandeliers everywhere . . .
. . . and you know how much I love chandeliers.
This hotel seemed especially appropriate for us this year, since there are a number of French things gracing the walls, especially in the Palace Arms restaurant . . .
. . . including dueling pistols said to have belonged to Napoleon . . .
. . . (presumably Bonaparte, although when I tried to confirm that, no one I talked to seemed aware that there were two highly significant Napoleons in French history. Sorry about that, mes amis français!
I managed to talk David into having afternoon tea in the lobby on Sunday, although before the time for our reservation arrived, he had figured out it was definitely a “chick thing.” Over the course of a couple of days, we saw three or four men and probably 70 or 80 women taking tea in the atrium lobby. Still. It was beautiful and tasty, and he survived. I appreciate that he didn’t make me sit there by myself!
It certainly wasn’t all flowers and wine, with technological glitches and human error making Monday live up (or should I say down?) to its reputation. And David is currently suffering from whatever bug is going around. But I imagine you’d rather see and hear about the good parts, so I’ll spare you those details. It does bring to mind a favorite quote:
The settled happiness and security which we all desire, God withholds from us by the very nature of the world: but joy, pleasure, and merriment, He has scattered broadcast. We are never safe, but we have plenty of fun and some ecstasy. . . . Our Father refreshes us on the journey with some pleasant inns, but will not encourage us to mistake them for home. ∼ C.S. Lewis — The Problem of Pain
Wishing you many pleasant inns on your way home!