On dreams, bad timing and beautiful accidents. We spent the day inside one of those old hotels untouched by time. A place smelling faintly of old wood, cigarette ghosts and expensive perfume. Like a movie set that forgot to die. At some point we argued over what film to watch: The Devil Wears Prada or some old De Niro classic. Eventually we agreed room service and cold white wine made more sense than popcorn anyway.