Fiona's house was in a delightful, mature area of East Pasadena. It had a beguiling air of domestic charm - lively children, clucking chickens and a discerning cat called Thomas. The bed passed the comfort test with flying colours. (Forgive spelling. This laptop only does English English.) The bathroom had a good shower and, very important for at least one of us, a decent-sized tub. Fiona herself was very welcoming. The breakfast, direct from her own nesting boxes, was unsurpassable. Her guidance on restaurants in Pasadena led us to the best meal we had in California. So -
not very many complaints. Ok - none actually