This week I checked into the Parker Palm Springs.
One of the most beautiful oasis’s that I have seen. Nestled in the heart of Palm Springs, this treasure trove a hidden trails, labyrinth gardens and jewel pools would have been the vocal stomping ground of Frank Sinatra along side of Bing Crosby and Sammy Davis Jr. as they crooned to Marilyn Monroe and Cary Grant.
Perfectly geared up in my Mr. Turk jacket with Zara denim pants and my everlasting Gucci Princeton slippers. I could not be happier.
Flash forward a few decades. For 72 hours + a late check out. This place is mine.
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