There is, Mei recollected, a narrow garden on the right side of the hotel. As if it had originally been a pathway, it was technically wide enough to traverse on foot. However, flowering shrubs, that might originally have improved the view from groundfloor windows, were now wantonly overgrown.

On the blueprint, in the room labeled "studio/workshop", a large window faced this garden. If it was possible to bushwack far enough though dense vegetation, looking through the window could she observe the contents of this room?

It was late Friday afternoon on a mid-summer day in The City. In this time of mountain or seashore summer vacations, no Senior Architects were sitting in dark offices. The Hotel California Trail was a short walk from Mei's office.

Empty bottles and crushed beer cans were dimly visible in the garden undergrowth. Probably she should inform the hotel that she inteded to explore the garden, but fog -- less likely South of Market -- was beginning to obscure the exterior of the hotel. Soon it would be too dark to enter the garden.