Naughty Stopover: Wild Reunion with Babounette at the Transit Hotel
I drag my battered suitcase through the automatic doors of the transit hotel at the edge of my old hometown airport. Lyon connection tomorrow morning. Neutral turf, no one knows me here. Beep of the magnetic key card unlocks room 312. View over the runways, planes taxiing under sodium lights. Jet lag hums in my […]