“This once stately Grand Hotel, built on the European model, has declined into a sad condition and is barely a ghost of what I saw for the first time in November of 1961. Where Hemingway would get soused on Pisco sours and where other celebrities would enjoy a fashionable stay, where Packard limousines waited to carry guests about the city,
the only vestige of its former glory is the opulent bar.
The rest is a dingey barebones operation gasping for air, hoping it has enough money to cover the...
“This once stately Grand Hotel, built on the European model, has declined into a sad condition and is barely a ghost of what I saw for the first time in November of 1961. Where Hemingway would get soused on Pisco sours and where other celebrities would enjoy a fashionable stay, where Packard limousines waited to carry guests about the city,
the only vestige of its former glory is the opulent bar.
The rest is a dingey barebones operation gasping for air, hoping it has enough money to cover the...
Christopher