At the Hotel Clitunno lobby, there's a toddler girl crying in a corner chair with a magic marker in her hand. There's the usual Saturday night saturnalia going on in the bar and I'm touristing up the wifi. House music plays and the kid's parents are on the couch next to me drinking Proseco. A drawing of what appears to be bumble bees on white card stock sits on the coffee table.
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