歐元酒店 (Euro Hotel Milan)

房間比較小，大概米蘭寸土寸金，所以比其他酒店要小很多。去的晚給升級了個四人間，兩人住着稍微有點擠。鑰匙給錯兩次，還是要注意一下。外出堵車了，沒趕上11點回來。前台打電話也沒接。11：30趕回來，行李被收拾好放進儲藏間了。所以退房當天有上午外出遊玩計劃的最好提前收拾好行李辦寄存前台。有陽台街景不錯

這麼好的酒店在隔壁goo哥評價竟然很低？！不懂啊 這個性價比，沒話説的好啊！ 房間有空調保險櫃冰箱 浴室有單獨包裝的沐浴露洗髮水護髮素 樓下還幫忙保存鑰匙 這個位置也是絕佳，周圍都是好吃的飯店，距離地鐵站也不到200米！ 一晚上不到五百塊人民幣，真的不敢相信！！！！！

整個歐洲體驗最差的一個酒店，服務差、條件差、衞生差、隔音巨巨巨巨差!隔壁**、打呼嚕、磨牙、上廁所的聲音聽的一清二楚!酒店後面就是酒吧一條街，全是拿一瓶330ml啤酒站一通宵，還撒酒瘋的年輕窮人，會鬧到凌晨兩點左右，然後各種改裝車轟鳴聲，然後掃地車和垃圾車的聲音，然後天就亮了!!誰住誰後悔，連瓶水都沒有的酒店，還敢收四位數的價格!內飾設施基本是破爛古董。還有裹屍布一樣的千手毛毯!

我預訂的經典三人間家庭房，四個晚上全部費用8K人民幣，到了酒店給我安排了附樓三人房 ！最關鍵是像是倉庫改造的一樣，住着很沒用安全感。一番溝通下來才知道是永安平台搞錯了房型，永安是通過第三方平台拿的房間。好在第二天永安迅速解決了問題，順利退了後面兩個晚上的房，我們改定了別的酒店。 真心建議大家不要選擇附樓的房間，價格貴的離譜，環境也很離譜，2000塊上海可以住外灘和平飯店了，米蘭這種倉庫一樣的趕在聖誕期間要2000一晚。很坑人，我看平時也就五百多

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。

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.

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