The score is down to the enthusiastic front desk (the fat one, not the handsome one), which fully reflects the hospitality of southern Europeans.
The cheapest room type in the off-season costs 160 pounds. The room is only 150 feet small. There is not even a place to put tea. It has to be placed on a clothes rack. Then I have to take away the clothes before making tea. Yes, if it were Paris or Tokyo, I could understand the price and the feeling of being crowded. But I can’t understand it in a Spanish town no matter how beautiful the courtyard is (I’m not sleeping in the courtyard)
It calls itself a boutique hotel, but the floors are so old that all the patterns are covered in gray, and the showerhead in the bathroom is moldy. In winter, when the temperature is below ten degrees at night, the room heater is not warm enough, so the hotel has prepared an extra thick quilt.
The boiled eggs for breakfast were overcooked.
The only advantage is that it is right in the old town and surrounded by attractions. But the taxi can't drive to the door because the alley is too narrow.
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