A quick toast to the era of seasonal hotel stays
French window frames sipped each afternoon
Hats shaped in boxes
Elevators rise by men on stools
A candle lit at the precise corner of every room
Language barriers transformed into accents
With a change of attire
And patent leather shoe
Women named Agatha
Answer to Leopold
Quick:
Stall the fruit platter
Mouths here move to perform
Written for Wes Anderson’s “The Grand Budapest Hotel“