“Ma nuit à Auxerre, sur mon retour de vacances, fut une aventure que je raconte à présent avec humour”
The owner offered me coffee in the morning—a nice little touch! The surroundings were quiet. Arriving after the hotel had closed, I struggled to find it: no lights on, no sign with the hotel name, and I passed the building at least three times without realizing it was the place I wanted. The exterior clearly needs a fresh coat of paint. Once inside, it felt like a drafty room with peeling paint and a rundown look. They gave me a code to unlock the next door, but didn’t explain that I had to turn the lock to access the keypad. Inside, the hotel was a bit more inviting than the lobby, but a curtain was missing from a bedroom window, and the iron shutters were rusty. I was surprised the hotel had received any approval.
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