We were incorrect on the 6am call to prayer yesterday.  It's actually around 4am (and loud!).  Oh well.  Worse than an early morning call was the smell.   In this 19th century building, converted to hotel in 1980, it smelled like all of the playful cats in the neighborhood came into our room and went to the bathroom.  It was horrible (like we were smelling 200 years of sewer rot).   The previous night was pretty bad as well - but this morning, it was unbreathable.  In all of our travels, we have never had a room smell this bad (that's bad!).   I went downstairs at 6am to talk to the desk person.  No rooms.   I wasn't happy, and told him to talk to his boss about our pricing (we were way overpaying to begin with - but now it was ridiculous).    We opened the door and window, and with the breeze, it cleared up a bit.  By 9 am, when we actually got up, it was much better.