The host insisted on greeting us in person and wanted to be notified 30-60 minutes prior to our arrival. Which I thought was odd, since the door opened with an electronic code. The house instructions could have been covered via email or common sense. Instead, we were subject to literally 52 minutes of the hosts background, tips, history, recommendations, antidotes, jokes and pop quizzes (to confirm we were paying attention). We had all been to New Orleans multiple times, and are very familiar with the area. We communicated this prior to arrival. Despite multiple polite hints, it continued. After nearly 9 hours of travel time and losing 2 hours to the time zone switch, all we wanted to do was drop our luggage and go out to dinner. It felt like the host didn’t respect our time, and was more interested in his scripted performance. Two days in, I received a message requesting we look for the cleaners cell phone, or allow the host entry to search. We located no phone. What you can’t tell from the photos or description, this is a duplex, with an internal staircase connecting the two. With the hosts living above, which you can hear. Upon arrival we had a dirty towel hanging up in one room and a 3-4” screw sitting on the dining room table.