CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Rachel always felt a thrill walking along the Grand Rue and into the magnificence of Le Montreux Palace Hotel. Built in the Belle Époque style, it took her breath away with its canary-yellow awnings facing the lake, its grand lobby, and its sweeping staircase within the majestic front entrance. She’d often dreamt of spending a day in its spa on the lakeside and a weekend in one of its opulent suites. Perhaps when the biography is published, she thought.
Harry’s New York Bar was at the western end of the hotel. With its dark wood paneling, varnished wooden bar, rich burgundy seating and lampshades, and decadent coffered ceiling, it oozed sophistication subdued into a level of cool by the friendly bar staff and smooth, relaxed jazz sessions that ran long into the early ho
