Ah, money can’t buy aesthetics. I’m A bit nauseated by the dead palettes. Glass on staircases is a mystery to me. A mystifying embarrassment is a ladies boudoir dressing table stool in a lobby at the foot of a ghastly staircase in pic 2.

And those wedges of orange cheese seats! I give no quarter to poor taste. An ugh from me. But hey it’s Crapitalist America.