My Kind of Show

Watch or parade: open your eyes or become an actor

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Human Parts

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Photo by author. The Hotel de Paris lobby, in Monte-Carlo, France.

I’m sitting where people who pay sit, but I’m not paying, I’m just watching — a special kind of show, taking place in the Hotel de Paris’ lobby in Monte-Carlo. Where the wealthy who stay there come and go, the social media queens make their lives seem more interesting, and the money seekers parade. Without forgetting about the ones who come to marvel at the gold-sprayed columns, the dyed blue orchids, the large ornate mirrors, the arches and sculptures, and the heavy crystal chandelier hooked to the ceiling.

The owners of the hotel chose the decor carefully to draw all these types of people in, and they created the perfect stage; many bright lights, and a smooth clear floor with enough space to fit about sixty people. They catered for spectators too; there are about thirty seats with matching tables, where people sit while they drink and eat to the sound of classical music on the left and right sides of the room. A clever setting that makes me feel like I’m at a cafe, and invites me to watch the passersby or sit down to get seen without feeling self-conscious.

Only, I didn’t get first-row tickets to the show; I took precautions. I’m sitting next to the reception in the right-hand corner near the wide stairs that lead to the bedrooms. Twenty meters straight ahead are the main…

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Human Parts

I write contemporary non-fiction & fiction- Comedy and drama. I focus on identity, sexuality, love and hate, mental illness and addiction.