I had a friend subletting in the theater district while he was in 42nd Street and I was amazed at the teeny tiny size of his "apartment". There was a futon, a closet insert kitchenette thing, and a little tiny room with a toilet, shower and airplane sink. I was simply amazed at the lack of space and the price he was paying.
Yes, those folks would be fun to stay with. What kind of ukulele was she playing?