My 78 year old mother and I recently visited Ft Lauderdale to walk down memory lane, as she grew up there in the 1940's and 50's. My hope was that by staying at a place like Jim's, with the advertised old time charm, we would further feel connected to that time in history. What I did not anticipate, however, was that the house felt as if it had not been given proper maintenance in that time. Although Jim, the owner, was very forthcoming about the age of the unit, and thus its intrinsic charm, we were unpleasantly surprised by some aspects of the unit. I should also confess that I was not forthcoming with Jim about our displeasure, as I was not interested in a confrontation, yet I feel compelled to report honestly on some of the negatives of this experience that led to our rising at 8 am our first morning, packing and leaving, even though we had already paid for two nights. First, Jim had assigned us to one of the two rooms available. The room appeared clean, but there was a strong cinnamon smell - like cinnamon incense (Jim later told us he spritzes all linens with a cinnamon scent). Unfortunately the smell caused by head to throb. Also, to enter the shower in that room there was a tall step down to navigate, which my mom was unable to do. Since no one was in the other room, we chose to move into that room (first texting and calling Jim for permission, but getting no response, although at this point it was after 10 at night). The other room was slightly larger, and had no cinnamon smell, but the adjoining bathroom had a large patch of mold on the ceiling, the window over my bed had no crank with which to open it, the other window's crank was broken and the linens had a musty smell. I ended up sleeping on the faux leather sofa, just to escape the smells of dust and cinnamon. The kitchen area seemed well appointed, and there were welcoming snacks and water, but there were also small details that made us feel that the place needed a good, strong cleaning. These include - non-functional dining room windows, missing chords and wands on the old vinyl shades, dust on all screens and the huge pile of junk that was four feet outside of the window in the bedroom we slept in. Also, I envisioned a porch that opened to the pool (which we never took the time to discover, due to our quick departure), but instead it looked onto a small, shabby yard fronting the busy street. Jim did take the time to text me the next morning, and was always kind and welcoming - I just wish this unit had been just as welcoming.