Everyone has left except me. I was wandering the streets of Tokyo looking for that Lost in Translation feeling when I spotted this hotel gleaming in the night.
It looked like it could be the hotel that Bill Murray's character stayed in. In any case, I could tell it had a cocktail lounge perched in its stratosphere.
I am now on the 40th floor. The view is incredible. I've got a little dish of cashew nuts and a large glass of cognac. There is a sultry jazz singer accompanied by a tuxedo playing the piano. My God! She's singing As Time Goes By.
As every Frenchman knows, sometimes expensive cheese can be absolutely delightful.
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