For instance, you'll have to eat at the Jumble Room at lunchtime, on Friday, Saturday or Sunday.
The Jumble Room itself is a homely, slightly hippyish spot, a relaxed bolt-hole full of bric-a-brac and art, the low-key soundtrack veering from ruminative folk to eccentric, bluesy US rock.
Toward the back, where there had been a jumble of rooms — a back hall, a reception area and a room for the central air-conditioning condenser — is now the bedroom, with a sliding door and light pulled in from the courtyard.
Time was jumbled; the room's pulse quickened.
Even the jagged contrast between his tidy dress and the dusty jumble in his room — and the oddity of his invitation to a noisome vagabond to share it — do not prepare us for the long monologue in which he reveals his history of mental illness.
The second floor, although bright enough, was a jumble of little rooms; the only redeeming factor was an ornate wooden parquet floor, a mystery in such an ordinary 1920s building.
We settled into her overstuffed living room, a jumble of past lives lived, from the mishmash of pictures covering every inch of wall to the baskets of miniature liqueur bottles collected from international hotel rooms to quirky antique lamps shedding bits of light that never directly touch her face.
Mattresses, clothes, pictures and books -- including a Russian-language biofraphy of Ehud Barak that he said he had found, but could not read -- lay in a thick, musty jumble in the darkened room "They came Saturday noon and started dragging me into the street," Mr. Awwad said.
The result is a big jumble with many hotel rooms still available in the Washington, D.C., area, whether you're celebrating or protesting the new president.
The house is a bright, cozy place with eight small rooms jumbled together and filled with modest treasures — delft tiles, Chinese figurines, photographs of Yourcenar's and Frick's dogs.
Her living room is a jumble of newspaper articles and legal documents.
