I never take taxis in the US, so an exception needed to be made. This one put a television in front of my face and expected me to watch advertisements the entire way to the airport. What kind of people take taxis these days? I requested the driver to turn it off, for which he at least killed the sound, making it bearable. This stands as one more reminder that I am an alien here in the US.
On the way to the airport my driver caught the attention of a policeman, and we got stopped. He pointlessly explained to the officer that I was late for my plane, even though I had said nothing on that subject and I was actually an hour earlier than I needed to be.
I wasn't much into photography for this trip, so will just leave the one picture below. The young lady at the hotel desk tried to interest me in paying a higher fee to get a room with a better view, but I refused, so this is from the lowest floor.