When you're a brash, young start-up like we are, you can't afford to wait for the good gigs to come to you; you've got to go out and seize them. When we wandered into Petaluma's Metro Hotel last week it was like stepping through a wormhole into France. We fell in love, and knew we had to photograph it. Imagine a Parisian flea market with airy sunlit rooms, a shaded garden and a quaint cafe. You can almost hear Edith Piaf oozing through the wooden floorboards. At any moment Amelie might walk through the door. This is an Inn with a story to tell. It's not just about rooms and amenities, there's life here, there's nuance, there's love. And love begets love. Our hearts are in our cameras, and we think it shows.