<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Robe-Cords on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/robe-cords/</link><description>Recent content in Robe-Cords on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/robe-cords/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Hotels - An Encounter</title><link>/stories/2017/01/31/hotels-an-encounter/</link><pubDate>Tue, 31 Jan 2017 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2017/01/31/hotels-an-encounter/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;Hotels, they all seem so similar. Hyatt, Sheraton, Holiday Inn, Hilton, all with the gentle piped music in the public areas and the lifts. The sterile reception areas sitting on glossy marble floors.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And there&amp;rsquo;s the plush bar area. That inevitable place where people mingle in subdued lighting. The bored reps at just another hotel stop over, the conference attendees enjoying loud and inconsequential chatter, the occasional lady of the night looking for business. The couple so closely entwined their relationship must be illicit, but oh what joy they exude.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>