Very cool.
The Parker Hotel in Palm Springs left quite an impression on me. As soon as you pull up to the two story wall of 1950s concrete decorative blocks the good looking door staff clamour to open your doors... you know that this will be a special experience. Stepping past the white washed wall the doors are pulled open as if by magic (with the aid of handsome staff) and we step into the cool interior to escape the 105F heat of the dry desert air. The inside of the building is like stepping into an uber-chic 1960s paradise.... with bold artwork adorning the white-as-white walls (from a giant pair of lips to a two meter brass key behind the reception), retro chaise longs, armchairs, side tables and stools sit on the stone floor of the lobby that leads through to a big lounge filled with all sorts of interesting furniture, rugs and lamps that have been arranged around a central fire.... one of those concrete ones with a simple, sleek smoke stack dropping out of the ceiling and cushion pads placed all the way around it to create a social hotspot! Three well dressed 'linen ladies' sat in a beautiful sparkly little bar to the side, sipping margueritas, and the sweep of glass doors drew us out into the baking gardens.
Carol and Cal gave us a tour... the whole place would feel at home on a Sean Connery James Bond set... indeed I half expected Pussy Galore to step out from behind one of the giant cacti that were dotted around the sculpted gardens! The barren mountains visible over the undergrowth added to the tranquility of the whole setting. One marguerita later and we were on the road.... but this one is on my list of places to stay. When I have a salary again at any rate!
www.theparkerpalmsprings.com
In the nearby Palm Desert we pulled up to Carol and Cal's beautiful villa. The whole area was silent save for the odd bird and the rustle of a palm. But my poor mother... the nasty Mr.Bug had crept up on her when she was not expecting it and by the evening she was not well. Nothing was going to perk her up. Except the possibilty of going out to a fun restaurant in Palm Springs. Oh, and the two glasses of wine that she drank there. What a determined trooper she is!
But I can always tell when my mother is truly unwell... when she goes to bed before anyone else....
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