Our airbnb unit is on the third floor – and the stairs are steep and narrow. We had a mini-drama when Glenys dropped a bag and broke a bottle of Salt from the Himalayas given to her by the Indian in Albany. Then we thought we’d left one bag out on the street and it had been taken. Panic! Found it behind the open door. We walked all our luggage over from the hotel to here – about five blocks away.
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