Tales From the Hyatt: Where Politics, Luxury, and History Intersect

I’m sitting on a balcony alone. It’s a large balcony and is accessed via the bar. I’m eating a crisp salad and drinking a local chardy while I watch the rain splash onto the lush grass where a man sits under an umbrella. Tanned and dressed in a suit, he’s lounging back as if it’s a balmy evening. It’s been 15 minutes that he’s been out there. I’m distracted by two men and a woman with a Belgian accent walking past me. I hear them pull up some chairs just behind me. And then the big-noting conversation starts. The Belgian sounds impressed. Then two more men walk in. I’m desperately hoping they’re politicians or press secretaries....