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Grand Hotel Marriott Resort & Golf Club One Grand Boulevard P.O. Box 639 Point Clear, AL 36564 |
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Watched indulgently by the moon, a glimmering light streaks across the soft
Southern night: a falling star reflected on the placid waters of Mobile Bay.
Every star falling on Alabama carries a wish. Marriott's Grand Hotel fulfills
them. The mornig breeze oblingingly carries word of your whispered longings
to the tranquil shores of the Point Clear Peninsula. Azaleas gently nod their encouragement of the dream you barely whispered. And in the tradition of gracious southern hospitality that has reigned here since 1847, the doors of Marriott's Grand Hotel open wide in response to your desires. Your mind lazily drifts over the shimmering tides of Mobile Bay, a cool drink in your hand, 18 holes of championship golf among towering trees behind you. Contentment seems to vibrate in the very air you breathe. That last putt was absolute perfection. This is what golf was meant to be. You think you are imagining the gentle voices speaking gentle words, "Yes, sir. Thank you, ma'am." Then a smiling waiter appears at your side, freshening your drink. You believe. For this is a Grand Day. |
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To everything there is a grand season. The song of a bird among the azaleas
mixes with the jingle of a bridle and the soft fall of a horse's hoof on the
spring turf. Carefree laughter rings above the splashing, playful sounds of
summer. And when the days grow shorter, you are warmed from within by the special time and simple pleasures shared with family and friends. The child who yearns to play, tugs on your hand. Or, from within, on your heart. The sails of a ship reflect the vivid shades of sunset on Mobile Bay and you know that only the Grand Outdoors is big enough to contain your spirit. You will do it all: dive in head first, smash a serve across the net, skim across the waters, hook the fish that will satisfy your well-earned hunger. A fire glows in the hearth and holds the winter evening at bay as you sip- afternoon tea, a favorite book cradled in your lap. Outside, a bird takes wing, soaring upward, just as your spirits have soared on theis Grand Day. The gift of time has been shared, ideas have found room to flow. All unencumbered by the burden of details. Music drifting among the stars carries memories of New Orleans haute cuisine, elegant traditional Southern service and the rhythm of the dance. Romance survives the light of day, as you unhurriedly walk, hand in hand, to a champagne brunch. |
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