Hotel Splendide by Ludwig Bemelmans

 

"She was a routine French mannequin, nice enough, with a sweet face, a small mouth and nose, and the glossy eyes of a Pomeranian. On the street, smartly dressed in fine furs, her eyes shaded by her hat, she was quite exciting. But in the corridors and restaurants of the Splendide, where women of fortunate faces and figures were as common as champagne bottles, no one turned around to look at her."