Another view of our room at the White Swan. This was around the time Fred got food poisoning and, thanks to a mistake made by our travel agent, the hotel wanted us to vacate our room for 24 hours. (It was getting so bad that the Zychs began to refer to our luck as "that Rosenberger Magic!")

This same travel agent later canceled our flight home from LA. (Whereupon I vowed I was never traveling again...)