I think the last time I had Furdles it was at the Grand Hotel, Berlin, sometime between the Wars. I was wearing a blue pinstriped suit and a fedora. I was driving the 2-seater Bugatti then. I remember everyone made such a fuss over Greta when we pulled up.
The Furdles were recommended by the concierge. But somehow, what with everything that happened that weekend, I don’t remember if I liked them or not.
"The Grand Hotel. Always the same. People come. People go. Nothing ever happens."