Unfortunately, this Sunny Open Space Loft is certainly not an ideal place for a solo woman to stay, especially if booked for a comfortable getaway. I'd booked the space months in advance, looking forward to a quiet very long weekend after a crazy busy and hectic few months of work. Promising "tranquil repose...for the discerning traveler who seeks comfort, value, cleanliness, peace of mind and privacy....yada yada chef kitchen amenities...yada yada Alexa and 'smarthome'... The property has 24 hour security video surveillance of common areas, backyard, main entrances, and entrances to the guest unit." The "security/surveillance" cameras described as being at the entrances of the guest unit are not stationary, are not at the door/foot of the stairs of the loft, but are the baseball sized and shaped cameras that each sit about six feet up and inside the apartment. I noticed that mirrors were hung at oddly placed spots, giving me a sense that the cameras could use the mirrors to keep surveillance over every inch of the space. I absolutely could not relax. I felt watched. Would you pay to stay and sleep in the most extravagant hotel room with cameras in the room? It was overkill. Stationary security cameras at the downstairs doorways would suffice, in the event of a crime- likely in this neighborhood- to identify the perpetrators after the fact. What's the rationale? The first time I tried to stream music on the advertised personal digital assistant, Alexa, I got something like "Someone else is streaming, would you like to switch to this device?" I said no twice, but on subsequent requests, I was like: yes, please. I'm allergic to dust. This place was dusty and sadly, grubby. Every thing I touched in the kitchen had grime on it. There was hair in the shower drain. There was a little spider in my bed one night and a moth flying around for two. The Tower Garden's florescent hum was unnerving, but one of the house tenants had a television blasting 24/7, so that helped drown out the constant noise from inside the house and from the neighbors. The House Rules and Instructions were copious. Exhausting. The welcome email buried the lead. May I offer a suggested revision: Enter through the back door before you schlep all of your luggage up the dark winding staircase at the front of the house because that door to the loft is locked. After a day of travel, I was tired and had to take out my phone, find the email, discern the entrance information, haul my luggage back down three flights, go around the back of the house, and crawl up another three flights. The smoke detector was blasting, I was rattled, I texted the host that the fire alarm was going off and he texted back: "is there a fire?" Nice. I phoned him, he instructed me to remove the blasting alarm. It was about two feet over the bed, so I got a couple of bed bounces...