Adrift

I am adrift. It has just come to my attention that Jean-Pierre Soutric is no longer with the hotel having left to help another find its way in the City of Light. Of course, I sensed something amiss and my mal a l'aise , which began to manifest last Friday was no doubt due to a sixth sense that I would now have to fend for myself in navigating ma vie quotidienne here on the seventh floor.

I wish they would soften the lighting at La Brasserie Lipp.