Wednesday, September 16, 2015

1233. Hotel Okura, Tokyo















Dear Andreas,

The chauffeur got out and bowed. Henderson fired a torrent
of instructions at him in fluent Japanese and followed Bond
into the back seat, settling himself with a grunt. “Taking you
to your hotel first – the Okura, latest of the Western ones.
American tourist got murdered at the Royal Oriental the other
day and we don't want to lose you all that soon.”

(Ian Fleming-You Only Live Twice)

Best regards,
R

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