This is a cheerful, friendly, scruffy hotel on the upper floors of an old block, surrounding a central courtyard. My room was small and badly laid out, with the bed across the room, rather than along one side, so you had to climb over it to reach the window or table. The bedside light switch ended up a good meter from the bed. There were plain cream-painted walls and a high, exposed wooden beamed ceiling. It was the small things that let it down: missing toilet seat, sagging mattress, and a balcony door that wouldn’t close. The en suite bathroom consisted of a loo and sink, with a showerhead above both, in the corner of the room, behind a half wall.
There was a one-man band on the street outside, who played cheerful, martial music during daylight hours, but otherwise, it was adequately quiet.
For $11 a night, or $15 with en suite bathroom, it wasn’t the cheapest accommodation available in the area (that’s the Buenos Aires), but I needed daylight to sort out my jet lag.