The Mitre.

I went to a hotel built by the British back in 1860, near the vincity of Somerset this evening, with Ren Hui, to take pictures.

It is to be seized by the Government at the end of the month, so there is no time to waste.

Step into a world, 200 years back, as I show you my yield of photographs.

Everything is real old, you can hear the wood creaking below your feet, the stairs are crumbling, the wood is eaten up by termites, the ceiling is half gone, lots of abandoned furnitures. The only thing lacking is a vampire dwelling.

The caretaker was dubious, too. We talked to her, she could not even remember what she said 5 minutes ago, she cannot even answer a simple question fast, she looks quite blank in her eyes, too. For a minute, I thought we were in a horror film, waiting for the Hotel owner to capture us all, then kill us at her own pace.

Nonetheless, I had a fucking good time. Albeit the mosquitoe bites.

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