Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I have a room in the Hotel Sun for two weeks, at 10 Euro per night. The room is as wide as the length of the double bed; it is about three times as long. I have a little frig, night table, small wardrobe, two chairs, and a sink. The bathroom has a shower base with no enclosure, and a handheld spray shower, plus a toilet flushed by pushing a button on the tank overhead. The room is as wide as the shower base, so one maneuvers around the toilet to get to the shower, and leaves the towel outside the door to keep it dry. The water is solar heated, so early morning showers can be a problem, and there can be a limited amount when the skies are gray.
My shuttered window looks across to a well-maintained ruined building. It once was Venetian, with an inscription in Latin up on the wall, and now encloses a garden of sorts within its roofless pink walls. I believe the Etz Hayyim synagogue is on the far side, “sensitively” restored by Christians and others since it was wrecked during WWII. The alley below has paving stones that are slightly raised and set on the diagonal to a double line of longer stones down the center. The rain runs between the stones to the center, where it collects to make a stream down hill. Some of the streets are steeper and so have steps and terraces, and the water rushes down their centers, too. I could imagine a donkey making its way up these stepped hills; a scooter would not do well there.