The door was not very secure. One night I was woken up by the sound of someone shaking the door and trying to turn the doorknob. After a few moments of thinking I was about to be invaded I looked through the spy hole and saw an elderly woman, gritting her teeth and expressing confusion as to why she couldn't open the damn door. She had apprently gotten off the elevator on the wrong floor, and though she was at room 417. I pounded on the door to let her know someone was inside. With that she seemed to realize she was at the wrong place, and she returned to the elevator to go to the right floor. A few minutes later I had her someone that I assume was her walking around in the room directly upstairs from me.

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• Parc Lincoln Hotel. 166 West 75th Street, NYC