It was clearly all brand-spanking-new—the overriding smell was of wood oil and fresh paint, in spite of the stiff breeze coming through the open windows, and I could see some of the windows still had suction cup marks on them, where the construction workers had maneuvered them into place. Still, we weren’t the first guests. As I stared upwards, where the raftered ceiling soared to a point, I saw a tiny gecko run for
