This reminds me of that.
(PHOTO: Lou Doillon via sartoreality)
We hitchhiked through a white-out snowstorm into a little Bavarian village. The whole town was closed for the winter. Even the main square, usually full of flower boxes and the hither-to traffic of townsfolk, was obscured by pure white snow.
There was a boarded-up Shining-like lodge with a hundred Bavarian-decorated rooms, most obviously a summer destination for domestic tourists. The winter care-taker let us in, showed us to a coat room full of keys.
“Take any room you like.”
We did.
