Walking along Massachusetts Avenue near Harvard Square tonight, I passed the new Hotel Veritas, a boutique hotel that looks really nice.
But the logo on its sign made me do a double-take, and grin:
So... am I imagining things? Seen from a distance, especially, that little flourish under the "V" looks very similar to the standard female anatomical diagram you should recall from your high school biology or health textbook. The proportions are just right, although the fallopian tubes are extra squiggly. (Obviously the graphic designer knew she couldn't totally get away with murder. Maybe her clients were a bunch of macho types who were driving her crazy, and she giggled all the way to the bank. On the other hand, perhaps the designer was a guy who was just inexplicably drawn to this particular design...)
Shall we assume that the rooms are cozy — even womblike? Does the concierge mother everyone?