I woke up thinking about Tender is the Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald. Specifically, that wonderful opening paragraph. "On the pleasant shores of the French Riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian boarder, stands a large proud, rose-colored hotel. Deferential palms cool its flushed facade and before it stretches a short dazzling beach. Lately it has become a summer resort of notable and fashionable people..." If you haven't read Tender is the night, order it now.