The palace was larger than life and expansive. Walking into the foyer was like being a mouse walking into a person's home. The walls, floors, and pillars were all cold marble, mostly white and neutrally colored tile. The ceilings were brightly colored in, oddly enough, Easter pastels: blues, pinks, yellows. The detail of the work was sloppy and nothing like you might imagine. The giant chandeliers immediately catch the eye as you enter the rooms where they are hanging. But again, the detail was less than exquisite with beads made of genuine Iraqi plastic. The bathrooms were the most luxurious spot in the palace. Real mirrors with nicely ornate faucets and tubs. There were also nice door and ceiling moldings that made for a bigger feel. Although probably not real, the fixtures were gold and well kept. Not a picture was left on the walls, nor many furniture pieces to see, only a few hutches left. The obviously absent decor, of course, took from the overall comfortable feeling of our stay. The surroundings guest quarters were across a palace mote. All in all the accommodations were as imagined but with less flare and comfort than desired, considering the long arduous journey we'd made.