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It just had to be this. The rather unavoidable carpet at my hotel in Berlin a few weeks' back. The hotel is on Wallstrasse. They've called it the Wall Street. This is what happened next...
(May I say that though the room had lots of nice space for me to do yoga in the evenings, I found doing downward-facing dog on George's face too daunting, and gave up after one session.)
You just made my day with that comment. I can well imagine! I once stayed in a British B&B where a poster of a portrait hung opposite my bed. Somehow, the woman of the portrait seemed to follow every move I made... I eventually had to hang a towel over the picture frame to be able to go to sleep! ;o)