If we thought we were staying at a small but well-appointed motel -as indicated by the pictures - in a non-smoking room, we were wrong.
There was a smell of smoke when we walked in and several burn holes on our sheet-thin bed cover, with more on the toilet seat & bathtub.
There was a large space before the bed area - a private dance floor, we wondered? - where, ostensibly, a couch or chair and perhaps a table would be in a “suite.”
On the bathroom door there were 9 different stains in various shades of makeup, like someone was trying to determine the right foundation color, and splatter was around the light switch. Since both of these wiped off easily with our dingy washcloth, I can only assume that whoever cleaned, if anyone, did a very poor job. Maybe they wanted to avoid the stopped up sink so they skipped it.
The bottom of the shower curtain was covered with dark mildew. Finally, the curtain on our window had a half-dozen holes where the sun poured through.
A fire alarm went off after midnight, and firemen came knocking at our door. When one came in to check our alarm, he asked, “Did it smell like smoke when you got here?”
The only positives in this room were a full-sized and clean refrigerator, and a mural of a cypress swamp.
