The taxi dropped them off at the main entrance of the Hampton Inn.
The large open space in front of the entrance and the imposing cream-colored façade did not meet their expectations regarding a two-star hotel at all.
The Hampton Inn sign stood tall, red and round, inspiring in Zoe folk music, pancakes and a honeyed winter like maple syrup.
"Have you seen any maples?" she asked Matteo. He met her gaze by inertia and smiled at her, his pale eyes hidden behind his eyelids under the yellow light of the Hall.
Zoe was admiring the colorful carpet when they were greeted by the concierge.
"Bienvenu en Canadà," a tall robust man in uniform welcomed them, his thick blond hair swaying at every step and up close the rapid return of beard and mustache was already visible.
"Thank you," Zoe repli
