There were no numbers, just a few essential words.
It might as well have been a spa, or a retreat.
Perhaps it was. It was at the end of the long blossom-covered driveway.
Uniformed attendants opened the main doors slowly, but did not ask for names. They just knew.
We were shown to beautifully wallpapered rooms. Velvet and gold leaf, executed with the delicacy of a spider’s web.
We pondered, “what should we weave”.