➙ Hotel

My home for the month is the town's most central hotel, a relic of the past. It used to be a ski-lodge, but now is home to contract workers and other guests. Each room has a bed, side table, desk and three lights. There is a 'community' room, with permanent birthday decorations and balloons, that contains the only TV. For the first three weeks I never saw anyone inside. Then, one afternoon, a birthday party did indeed appear! 15 children were running, screaming and playing games in the long hallways of the hotel, under supervision of one small and very patient woman. 


The restaurant  downstairs serves breakfast, lunch and dinner and is sometimes host to receptions and special parties. 


The 'do not disturb' signs for the doors do not work, the cleaning women come in when ever they are ready to clean, weather you are present or not.