Wheeze and Sneeze
An adagio is, in ballet, a slow section of the pas de deux, a dance that often tests the romance and proficiency of the performing couple. There is nothing beautiful about the hotel with the same name, at least not at the moment. Renovation. Carpenters. Electricians. Tools. Noise. And sawdust and plaster and floors laden with filth and other construction detritus. Temporary carpets poorly laid and fastened with duct tape with white dust everywhere. Enjoy tripping. Or sneezing. A relocated front desk and an entrance now off an alley, with garbage collecting outside and ladders often blocking your way. A single small elevator services its 170+ rooms, and guests must share with construction and hotel staff, with big carts that often make it impossible to get in. Much toe tapping while waiting to get a lift up or down. Central air is down and free standing air conditioners noisily cool off the guest room - and they are hardly efficient. Even the housekeeper complained about its inadequacy. Today the water was shut off for five hours, and when it returned and was turned on, its flow exploded in my face. The hotel is in the midst of the Tenderloin, which means that homeless and health impaired circulate the streets at night and early in the morning. The bottom line: don't stay here unless there are no other rooms in town. Or make sure - absolutely certain - that the construction is done and the workers are gone, taking their effects with them.