In Quito I chose to stay at the Swissotel. Anxious about living in a place in which multiple inoculations are recommended, I chose the hotel for the antiseptic reputation of the managers, the Swiss. The room was what I had requested, a chilled, tan asylum in which noise, germs, noxious gases, and strangers were effectively [...]
Along A Long Line
Painting the landscape from the Arctic to the equator
