The Clapton Hart

I love The Clapton Hart. It wears it’s decay proudly. It feels no shame. As a guest, the hosts serve and amuse and sparkle. It’s vast lobby does not weigh but lifts up and up and up. The more contained back rooms comfort and surprise. A shelf of old mystery novels would sit so comfortably in a corner. The patios as complicated as the interior. It’s years showing in natural and unnoticed ways, as cupboards fill over time.