One of the little small yet important elements of a hotel experience rarely described by travel writers is the shampoo. Yes, the scenery and the local museums are a hoot, but an exploration of a new place often begins with a shower, and the contents of the little bottles left next to the bathroom mirror.
This evening in my hotel, for example, I used a dab of L’Occitane shampoo that is labelled as en provence. I expected lavender, but was surprised to discover that the shampoo smells like nothing so much as Play-Doh.
What irregular adventures in my present journey could this omen fortell?