hôtel de glace

"ah, bleak and chill the wintry wind..."

but no snow. yet.

i sit and wait in the dim light, in my warm house, where the air smells like freshly baked sugar cookies and the singers unlimited sing to me (my favorite 1970's a capella german quartet. look them up. the essential hanson family christmas album.)

in browsing old unread e-mails i came across a offer for a weekend stay at the hôtel de glace in quebec:























everything is made of snow and ice, even the chandeliers, the beds, the chairs, the glasses and plates in the dragon bar. everything but the blazing fire stoves and (what looks like) the caribou skins to wrap up in. breathtaking! i think i need to learn french.