Palm Springs

I was feeling really ill, and I hoped the desert climate would do me some good. After a tiresome drive through
hideous San Bernardino,

one finds oneself in Palm Springs in no time.

It is an utterly bizarre place, both artificial

and ostentatious. I followed the GPS to this discreet, citron-colored doorway,

beyond which lay my hotel. Passing beneath this beautiful lemon tree, 

one finds the swimming pool and its well manicured gardens.

After checking in, I sought out this thermal pool.

Unfortunately, even a relaxing day at the baths was no help, and I returned to my room feeling feverish and weak.

Perhaps I'll feel better tomorrow...