Our Philadelphia hotel earlier this year had a fabulous reading room. It’s a dark and moody space that called my name every time I passed by.
It seemed like the perfect spot to curl up with a book but I never once saw anyone sitting there. I didn’t sit there either because we had a delightfully full schedule. The time we did spend at the hotel, we chose to spend it in pajamas with air conditioning blasting and our feet kicked up.
Now I wish I had bothered to run a comb through my hair and go downstairs to sit in this dreamy room. I’m not sure why I am still thinking about it but I still dream of it. If I ever go back, maybe I can plan for some quiet time in this relaxing space.
Very peaceful!
It looked so inviting!
That does look like a cozy place to read!
Doesn’t it? I wish we had made time to sit there.
It seems like city visits don’t conjure images of relaxation in rooms like this. You’re there to see and do—and when you’re not, you don’t want to relax in a public space. So, nice in theory…
Precisely! We walked so much and it was hot. By the time we wrapped up our day, we just wanted to change into pajamas and kick up our feet. I had no desire to clean up and go sit in public!
I don’t think I’ve seen a reading room in a hotel before. Sounds nice and looks cozy!