A graffiti message summed it up. Welcome to the tourist cemetery of Europe. I’ve never stayed in a more poorly equipped place. There were two towels that felt like sandpaper and the size not much bigger than a hand towel. Other than mold in the coffee maker, the place was clean. There were no dish towels, paper towels of any kind in the kitchen. I was unfamiliar with the Card insert for power. So we were in the dark for a while literally. Communication with the host was satisfactory. He replied in a timely fashion. Parking is a nightmare if you can find it. you have to pull in your side mirrors lest they be knocked off by a passing vehicle. I am not kidding. it was not that easy to find because the location is on the street that doesn’t allow vehicular traffic. You can pull up vehicle up to the door and unload, but you have to move the vehicle afterwards and look for the nightmare Parking. The access codes were inaccurate. They were off by a number. We figured it out. We got sent the right message. It was a quiet location. The condition of the furniture these much to be desired the furniture is abused. I’m referring to the sofa in the sitting area. The bed was OK. Oh, the decorative wood on the bedroom walls make it impossible to plug in your Europe electrical adapter. thank goodness for air-conditioning it worked.
