Dubai, United Arab Emirates An image of a turquoise door popped-up on my computer screen, [Incoming video from 1740 Tsavorite Lane ]. Magically, his front door opened and Hercule Peridot appeared on my monitor. As always, he was impeccably dressed; a fine silk vest, and dashing gold necktie. His lean, congenial, smiling face radiating from my screen. Sensationnel, how in the world does he do it? I thought. He is always dressed to the T. “Adamas Bontemps, how are you my boy?” “I’m better than ever Peridot, and you?” “Fine, absolutely splendid. Have you considered the trip to Dubai?” “Yes, I’ve been reminiscing about my last adventure there.” “Your thoughts?” asked Peridot. “You mentioned visiting a Pearl dealer but . . . ” I hesitated a moment, “I’m wondering?” “Yes?” “Have you made plans for our accommodations yet? I asked.” “Well, interesting that you ask.” said Peridot. “I’ve narrowed it down to three possible hotels; The Emirates Tower, ...
A smidgen of history, a dash of culture - a minute dedicated to making you smile.