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July 17, 2025
Room at the end of the corridor, I think you know what that means.
So, as a result, heavy plaster on a dark-painted wall. The beginnings of a wasp nest at the window, spider webs, multiple impacts, and noises in the night near the room, I had the impression I had a staff room. I went back to reception to change lines, since the gentleman behind me was put in front of me, perhaps they thought I was there to ask for work. At the second line, the gentleman at reception realized this, ... prejudiced (?), and immediately took care of me, trying to make up for the obvious situation I had just experienced and to erase his stress with a steady smile and a very pleasant conversation. Afterwards, this first person tried to make up for her mistake by considering me. Regarding breakfast, I would say that certain guests should learn to respect the establishment, which, by the way, is not a summer residence. While I ate very well, some customers, with their outfits and noise levels, sent me to a Campanille. I'm like, "I get up and shamelessly continue my conversation with those who stayed at their tables."
I wanted to open the terrace and escape before diving into the world of work. I only slept, so I can't comment on the relaxation options on site. The hotel is well located, but there are three parking lots: the first one that requires refreshment, the second one where you can find vans, and the third one underground, which costs money. It's a strange concept, especially since the latter seems very well maintained, unlike those you can see from the busy street. A big thumbs up for the cleanliness of the sheets and towels. I prefer to end on a positive note, especially since while some things are blatantly lacking in interest, some people must go to great lengths to maintain such an establishment, so good luck to all.
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