歐元酒店 (Euro Hotel Milan)

地理位置不錯，交通方便。可以步行至主要的景區。可以免費寄存行李。步行距離至火車站。門口也靠近地鐵站。

酒店附近有很多餐廳，諸多餐廳可以變換，尤其是附近有一家大超市增加購物的便利性。地鐵M01也在近距離的地方。這是他的優點。缺點是房間外面是大馬路，窗戶的隔音不是很好，除了車子的嘈雜聲外，餐廳食客聊天及路人交談的聲音也都會干擾睡眠。

Als wir ankamen wurden wir sehr freundlich begrüßt und empfangen. Alles lief reibungslos ab und wir sind in unser Zimmer im Eurohotel eingecheckt. Jedoch als wir reinkamen waren wir etwas über den Zustand des Zimmers schockiert… Es waren Flecken und Löcher in den Handtüchern. Schimmel in der Dusche. Die Regendusche war leider kaputt. Die Klimaanlage war sehr laut. Auf der Bettwäsche waren Flecken. Es hingen Staub und zerquetschte Mücken von der Decke. Die Einrichtung war weitaus älter als auf den Bildern zu sehen und die Zimmer waren sehr schlecht Isoliert, man hat ALLES außerhalb des Zimmers gehört. Nichtsdestotrotz muss ich sagen das die Lage Top ist und alle Mitarbeiter, von der Rezeption bis zur Reinigungskraft, sehr freundlich waren. Würde aber wahrscheinlich nicht nochmal kommen.

服務人員親切友善👍🏻 可惜浴室企缸位置比較細及暗，洗手間門口上方的冷氣滴水，房間電視放置太高 不過酒店位置非常好，很方便!

Расположение отеля удобное, около 5 минут пешком до ближайшей станции метро, и 30 минут пешком до центрального вокзала; в 3 минутах супермаркет. Видно, конечно, что фонд устаревший- см ключи в номер (из-за этого, кстати, был некий страх, что могут ночью в номер войти, потому что щеколд не предусмотрено); номер маленький, мебель старенькая, но каких-то вопиющих минусов не нашла, было в целом чисто, был холодильник (хоть и мало охлаждал). В номере был бесплатный вайфай. Единственный ощутимый минус- это отсутствие чайника; на ресепшене сказали, что чтобы набрать горячей воды, нужно спускаться в бар и просить нагреть. В первую ночь попросила доп.подушки и мыло, принесли без проблем. Для непродолжительной остановки вполне себе.

The hotel is very close to the city centre. Was clean and very spacious room. It was a pain as we had to return our key everytime we went out so had to ask for it when we came back which was annoying

I stayed one night in a single room, which was larger then expected, as was the bed which was a 3/4 bed not a single. Slim line fridge and happy to see the in-room safe was large enough to take a laptop. Perhaps the only thing missing was some way to make tea or coffee. Everything was very clean. The only strange thing is the reception desk which is entirely glassed in with small slit at desk level making it necessary to bend down to hear what the receptionist was saying........not exactly a "friendly" first impression upon arrival. The area around the hotel is beautiful with a lot of cafe's and restaurants. Also a very good, large supermarket just around the corner. Overall, a nice stay and will definitely stay again.

酒店服務很好，很快就辦理了入住，離火車站稍微有那麼一點點遠如果不行，但對比價格中和可以接受。第一次看到用鑰匙取電的，入住酒店還給升級了房間很滿意

Nice hotel service and nice location. Near the train and the bus station. They call it the Eternal City. A phrase that feels almost trite until you stand alone, utterly dwarfed, beneath the Pantheon’s impossible dome, or trace your fingers over travertine worn smooth by two thousand years of passing hands. Rome isn’t just eternal; it’s immediate, visceral, a theatre of existence where the past isn’t preserved behind glass, but bleeds passionately into the vibrant, chaotic present. And experiencing it solo? That’s not loneliness; it’s liberation. It’s a conversation, intimate and profound, between your soul and the city’s timeless spirit. My dialogue began at dawn, chasing the first honeyed light spilling across the Piazza Navona. Alone, you move differently. Unburdened by consensus or compromise, I followed whims: detouring down a cobbled *vicolo* heavy with the scent of baking cornetti, drawn by the sudden, breathtaking reveal of the Trevi Fountain, still relatively quiet. Tossing my coin wasn’t just a tourist ritual; it was a whispered promise to the city, a silent pact sealed in the cool morning air and the fountain’s roaring majesty. Solitude amplifies these moments – the crisp *click* of your heels on ancient stone, the unfiltered awe as Bernini’s marble figures seem to surge from the water, frozen in divine drama. You hear the city’s own heartbeat, the murmur of awakening life, the distant clang of a baker’s shutter, the splash echoing in the vast basin. Wandering towards the Roman Forum, the sheer weight of history becomes palpable, almost a physical pressure. Alone, you can truly stop. You can perch on a sun-warmed block of tufa, gaze at the skeletal arches of the Basilica of Maxentius reaching defiantly towards a piercing blue sky, and let your imagination run riot. No commentary needed, no shared speculation required. Here, amid the ghosts of senators and centurions, the silence isn’t empty; it’s resonant. You feel the centuries compress. A stray cat sunning itself on Julius Caesar’s altar becomes a perfect, poignant metaphor for time’s relentless, indifferent march. The Colosseum looms nearby, its brutal grandeur undeniable. Observing it solo, you feel its dual nature more acutely – the awe-inspiring engineering marvel and the chilling echo of spectated suffering. It prompts introspection, a quiet contemplation on humanity’s enduring contradictions, impossible amidst a crowd’s chatter. Then, the Pantheon. Stepping inside is like walking into the mind of God, conceived by mortals. The sheer scale, the perfection of the dome – that oculus open to the heavens – is humbling beyond words. A shaft of sunlight pierces the dusty interior, illuminating motes dancing like celestial dust. Sitting alone on a bench, head tilted back, the immensity washes over you. The whispers of fellow visitors fade into a reverent hush. You feel infinitesimally small yet profoundly connected to the generations who stood precisely here, awestruck, for millennia. Solitude allows this space for pure, unadulterated wonder. It’s not just seeing; it’s *feeling* the architectural genius, the spiritual ambition made stone. But Rome isn’t just monumental stones; it’s vibrant, messy, delicious life. Crossing the Tiber into Trastevere, the atmosphere shifts. Narrow streets twist like tangled yarn, laundry flutters like colourful flags between ochre buildings, and the air thickens with the garlicky perfume of *cacio e pepe* and frying *carciofi*. Solo travel makes you porous. You notice the old men arguing passionately over espresso at a tiny bar, the clatter of plates from a hidden trattoria kitchen, the effortless elegance of a Roman woman navigating the cobbles in impossible heels. You slip into a *salumeria*, point at mysterious cheeses and glistening olives, and assemble a picnic feast. Finding a quiet step on Piazza Santa Maria in Trastevere, watching life swirl around the ancient basilica as you savour pecorino sharp enough to make your eyes wa

設施：房間比較小，有冰箱。 衞生：還算乾淨，但是感覺老舊。 環境：附近是比較熱鬧的餐廳酒吧，離地鐵站步行十分鐘內。 服務：正常水平