2/10
It was filthy and the bathroom wreaked of mildew; broken furniture and the floor was dirty; in case I wanted to call for help, No phone in my room; no closets, sometimes the elevator didn’t work; hallways were a MESS!; broken walls and separated treads, dirt everywhere! There were drug dealers across the street that I had to pass, and the police were in hot pursuit. I didn’t feel safe! I had the feeling that my bag was about to be pinched. It’s a hotel where one goes to commit suicide! I always felt prying eyes were upon me, just waiting for me to stumble. The most charitable thing I could say: there was great Algerian food/restaurants about and they had great prices and The hotel is actually in Paris!
When I first arrived, the first thing I noticed was, this isn’t the hotel in the advertisement. I inquired at the front desk about the photo images! He became irate. He asked if I wanted a quite room or one facing the street. I said quite. I was given a plastic card and dispatched. When I saw the room, fear and shame washed over me like scalding water. I felt humiliated. It looked like a holding cell. With celerity, I turned about and ran out! When I returned to the front desk, I asked if this was a joke? He pretended not to know what I meant. Again I asked about the room in the photo that I booked and he tried to make me think that I was confused! He left me with no choice but to expose his deceit. He offered another bad room, I took many photos. Horrible!
Tadree
Estada de 8 nits (maig 2025)