Árabe Room

Mysterious and magnetic, like the nights in the Medina. In the Arab Room, as darkness fell, I caught the scent of the deep desert in the distance, and a cool breeze blew in from where the waters emerge; I gazed at the endless dome of stars. The air was so unlike anything else; its sweet, ethereal scent reminds me of your hair, and I feared that you—and not a place—were the reason for my joy.