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On the other side of this wall lived an opera singer. I seem to remember that he was not a bad singer, but he rehearsed his arias at some unlikely hours, meaning Turandot might rise up from his room at 11pm. He also had a large dog which yelped and barked during the day but not at night.
The opera singer moved out and the room next door was inhabited by a series of transients. I remember seeing one such traveler check in. He wore a $4 dress shirt and carried a hand-me-down briefcase as he tried to wrest the door open. He had enough trouble with the door that he had to get assistance from the front desk. When he slept at night I could hear the springs on his bed creak, and I assume he could hear my nocturnal movements as well. We were not even 2 feet away from each other, and this wall did nothing to suppress sound.
Don't let the Marriott insignia on the sheet fool you. This place was no Marriott. My guess is that the sheets were hand-me-downs from the Marriott hotel chain.
Room 317, Parc Lincoln Hotel
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