Back to the hotel, I have walked all day, I take a shower and I contemplate the room around me. The bed, the lights, the TV set, the remote control, the Bible, the pictures on the wall, the complementary soap and shampoo, the telephone, the health and safety notes? I sit on the bed and turn the television on; I see channels in French, Spanish, English, German and something else I can't distinguish. The same TV channels as the night before in a different city in a different country. The daydream starts again and the immensity of the off-white walls of the hotel room gets hold of my senses.

"I realize that, as I walked along, my mind filled the desert landscape with water! In my imagination I flooded the space around me while walking through it."
Bachelard p.207.

Similarly the deserted sameness in all hotel rooms, their empty walls and functional features generates the traveler's daydream of what they have left behind or perhaps of what they anticipate. A hotel room is an empty space that we cannot enter, rather like the roundabouts. The difference is that instead of constructing three-dimensional, tangible monuments to our (the Village's) imaginations in the Hotel rooms we daydream and produce our own spaces. A hotel room is not the same place to everyone.