S.縁.SES

Oh Dyonisos, you enjoy walking barefoot. Your steps lead you to us, your ankles caressed by multiple streams. You slip into the great baths of hot water, dizzy with the heady fumes of sage and blue lotus. The silhouettes of men and women blur and blur in the corner of your vision, and the golden curtains gently shimmer with light and shadow. Soothe your thirst, let’s drink together, and happily share these suspended moments, so that the sounds of the city fade behind the lush vegetation. You sigh of contentment, and whisper for our ears alone: «Happy the one who every day wakes up here, and who never ends to awaken his senses! But already you leave and from your spirit the fragrances dissipate.

When will you come back? Will you bring back with you the smells of the Metrhotel? What do you keep from your visit? Only the excitement of the senses? The dancing of the bodies to the wild music?

Or will you have understood our life, our actions? When we play with our scrubbers around the public washhouse; the choreography of the continuous ballet of the washing floating in the wind, hanging in the sun next to the aromatic herbs, the tea shared between the youth and our elders.