before leaving Dawson, i spent the night in a former brothel...Bombay Peggy's, esteemed martini bar & guesthouse, named for a mysterious madame/bootlegger who really did own & live in this house. she was known for her generosity and her androgynous taste in suits. her old whorehouse--and home--was abandoned & literally sinking into a swamp when it was rescued & reinstalled on Princess street in 1998. my lovely green room was appropriately appointed with Klondike-era furniture & a fabulous claw-footed bathtub. with bubble bath. if only i'd had a bottle of whiskey under the bed, i think Peggy would have entirely approved...
(the Klondike highway between Dawson & the Horse)
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