The floor here is both delightfully and unsettlingly squishy.
Marta was an amazing painter, we had the pleasure of staying in one of her painted rooms for a night (our original room was unpainted but had a broken shower, so they moved us) and everything in...
Read MoreThe floor here is both delightfully and unsettlingly squishy.
Marta was an amazing painter, we had the pleasure of staying in one of her painted rooms for a night (our original room was unpainted but had a broken shower, so they moved us) and everything in there was beautiful, the red carpet was matted but still amazingly bright and there was a beautiful golden swan painted above the bed.
We toured the opera house at 6:00pm with the young girl who worked at the front desk, she read very quickly off a memorized script.
Everything out here is supprisling squishy, I thought the desert would be hard and salty, but it’s actually very soft.
There’s a light smell of sewage throughout the building, specifically in the hallway leading to the rooms, which I assume is coming from what our tour guide told us was an 100 and something year old clay sewer system that runs right under the aforementioned unsettlingly squishy floors (wall to wall carpet) and is accessed through large stained carpeted holes in the floor.
The bathrooms are beautiful, there is a skylight above every shower and
A “sanitary napkin fresh sent disposal bags” in every bathroom (I think they come from a time when women were supposed to be made ashamed of their menstruation) my boyfriend thought the rose illustration on it was beautiful.
This is a really beautiful place. I’m sitting in the empty “dining room” (where every wall was beautifully painted by Marta (also one of the few spaces safe from unpleasant smells)) wishing it was managed slightly better. I want to know what it was like when Marta was still alive (I think she only died around 10 years ago). I wish they would remove/replace the carpets. I wish they would put more time/money/effort into preserving her paintings (some of which are peeling or getting lost behind the plaster used to repair the cracking walls).
I’m having fantasies (which according to a a course in miracles are bad) about everything that could be done to fix the place.
I’m very concerned about the costumes displayed in the building across the street. The garments are kept behind uncovered windows and becoming obviously sun bleached and disintegrating.
Very bad motel, but beautiful beautiful work of art. I’m so happy I was there to see it. I’m so sad that so much of it appears to be disintegrating.
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