Shabby but not chic. From a broken light in the apartment's entry hall (it was very dark ), to missing bulbs in fixtures, several non-working lamps, a kitchen which was not usable ( an induction cooktop with no usable appropriate pans; the kitchen pans, stored under the sink were the type of scratched teflon cookware you would find on the street ). There were no table linens, the cutlery was a mishmash you would find in graduate student housing, as was the glassware and pottery. One could not cook and or serve a meal, let alone invite people over for a meal. The apartment was more like a storage place for the old and broken. That being said, the bed and the sofa bed were comfortable with nice linens, the location was great, the bathroom was clean. My final straw was reaching into the cupboard to get a coffee mug and having a full cup of old moldy coffee. probably left by some disgruntled renter, spill on my sweater, completely ruining it, and all over the floor. I didn't bother to call...I was done.