The hotel cicerone

When I asked him where a man of letters might find a stimulating evening in Brussels, the hotel cicerone promptly recommended a secluded house with exquisite flower beds: wherein, he said, he had learned a great deal himself.

I went and passed several hours there; but it was not until afterward, when I was certain I had experienced all that the famed Rose Bush had to offer, that the madam procured me a Hoegaarden, and I had my first taste of Belgian wit.


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