Hotel Seville, Harrison, Arkansas. Looked magnificent at first glance but it was cheap - Which should have been a dead giveaway. Private 'club' bar so at least you could get a drink in this dry county. The 'balcony' where my cousin and I sat to drink our bourbon out of tea cups so no-one would notice was a flat area on the roof accessed by climbing out of the window. The doors would not locj and various old-folks wandered in and out of our rooms until we wedged it with a chair. It was pretty dirty in parts and when I saw the funereal black and purple draped shower I refused to go in it for fear that Mr Bates would enter with a carving knife:-) We left before breakfast but noticed the same old folk who had the night wanderings were all sat on the landing having a breakfast of toast and peanut butter. A look of folorn hope seemed to cross their faces as we passed. But maybe that was just my imagination...

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