Frances McDormand was sitting next to me on the flight from Istanbul to London (her hubby and their adopted son were on the other side of the aisle). I’m a big fan (particularly of her performances in Fargo and Wonder Boys) and would have loved to have told her so, but no no no, instead I thought it’d be better to pretend to not have recognised her and let her be. So I spent most of the flight reading my book…with my right eye that is… because the left one was busy stalking McDormand and it did not lose sight of her the entire time. She paid me no mind of course and seemed totally oblivious of my stalking; she read that stupid inflight magazine from cover to cover. I mean, seriously, who were you trying to fool with that act, Fran? You were totally pulling a strabismus on me too, I just know it, you sly little minx.
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After getting myself happily lost in the maze of the streets of Istanbul, I got hit with the view of the Sea of Marmara. It was hard to get moving after that: boat watching can be addictive and my ipod started playing Efterklang, which got me to sink even deeper into contemplation.
And just when I thought that I was seriously over the whole business travel routine, I got to my hotel room and got introduced to the wet room. Love at first sight. It reminded me why I liked staying in hotels so much: the walk-in shower with that gigantic shower head coming out of the ceiling. That thing can shoot water down your head with such power that it peels the skin off your skull. Sooo good.
Granted, it might be trivial, but that shower makes me real happy. The 24h room service too. (The surroundings are not bad either.)
