Review: Diva

General Details

Finally got back to see Diva, whom I'd visited a year or so ago. She's aged well. My guess is that she is fifty, but still much younger than I am, so what the heck?

She knocks on the door of my hotel, and when I answer she gives me a big smile and extends her hand. "Good evening, sir. I think maybe me met before, yes?" She is from France -- what that Canadians call "French-French," and speaks perfect English with a charming accent. I helped her with her light sweater (even in summer it gets chilly in the evening!) and poured her a glass of wine. VIPS read on . . .