Unfortch, it was only for one night, instead of our originally planned TWO nights.
You see, I had to have my entire big toenail cruelly yet mercifully yanked by my pod[ihateyou]atrist.
Which rendered me essentially lame.
It hurt like stink.
But--you know me--I suffered through the weekend at a five star resort with aplomb and grace. We met our friends the Hoffmans for dinner here for some serious French food.