“Pas tees rassurant hâte de repartir de la au plis vite la respiration de fumer de cigarette horible”
The bathroom was clean and the fridge worked fine. I actually ended up in Roanne by mistake, so I had to spend the night there before heading to my real destination the next day. I had to find a hotel because it was the last train that evening. I called my kids, and they rallied friends, family, and a spouse to help me find accommodation. At my age, people try to help, but I’m cautious; my instincts rarely mislead me. A young woman—perhaps even a young man—could have been taken advantage of by malicious people. I found this Airbnb before arriving. I walked to the area opposite the station, where there was a light, a grocery store, and eventually a hotel lobby. The hotel guard showed me where the Airbnb was, but nothing was marked. We opened the gate. It was a long, dark path even with the lights on. Nothing was indicated. I saw a young man half-naked because the window had no curtains. I asked him, still with the hotel guard nearby, and he told me to go in; it was indeed the Airbnb. The rooms were on the right, left, and upstairs with numbers. He helped me because I didn’t yet have the code and he knew the place well. I had to climb spiral stairs. The room was very small; the only good thing was the kitchen and the bathroom. The noise and strong cigarette smell made breathing unpleasant. It’s a shame—some improvements and better signage could make it a good place, especially since it looks like a small house when you open the gate and you’re not sure where it is.
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