I'm trying to think of something to complain about here, and coming up short. Hmmm ... the full-length mirror on the wall wasn't quite full-length – it topped out right around my hairline. But so what – how many airbnbs even offer a full-length mirror, especially right in your room? (I've probably stayed at all 5 of them.) And the bathroom mirror more than compensates, with generous headroom and solid, balanced vanity lighting. Hmmm, also the in-room fridge had hissy fits from time to time – nothing very loud, just sort of unusual. But again, if you simply must have cellar-temperature chardonnay at your fingertips (55 degrees, say the experts at Reininger), it would behoove you to man up, bite the bullet, and turn a deaf ear, n'est ce pas? Because, again, how many airbnbs even have an in-room fridge? (I've probably stayed at all 5 of those as well.) Or if zen quiet is a priority, you might end up pulling the plug. It's "all good" (slipping into the vernacular here). Of course, these quibbles wouldn't even be worth a mention if I weren't getting paid by the word. (Actually, I weren't – I mean, who in the Dickens gets paid by the word – I just thought it sounded good, or at least better than the alternatives.)
But seriously, folks, my nit-picky bellyaching aside, Anthony's place is basically a self-contained, ground-floor studio, clean and trim, in muted tones, with quiet, solid floors, a desk and TV (not shown), and good WiFi (once you get the l33t-sp34k password straight). Anthony runs a tight ship, leaving little to chance, and is focused and consistent in communication; I suspect also, but can't prove, that he continues to refine the experience that awaits you here.
Streetwise™ note: Silas Deane was a socialite, lawyer, merchant and assemblyman in Connecticut before attending the First and Second Continental Congresses. Deane was then dispatched under "non-official cover" to Paris, secretly negotiating diplomatic ties with the French Crown, securing materiel for the Continental Army, and recruiting French officers – notably the veteran Johann de Kalb (leveraging his own undercover assignment in the colonies several years prior) and an inexperienced but idealistic nineteen-year-old, christened Marie-Joseph Paul Yves Roch Gilbert du Motier – but recognized here by his title, Marquis de La Fayette.