наши не совсем волшебные каникулы... our not-quite-magical holidays...

Ugly hotel, rooms are small, dead, dirty. . . Check-in from 2 o'clock, Hindu + Arab at the reception immediately say if there are rooms. And the whole trick is that from about lunchtime two bodies, 200 kilograms each, one from Africa, the second from India, lay sheets under themselves and snore so that the walls are shaking, on the flights of stairs between floors, while people are already with paid rooms, they are waiting in the lobby when these Thumbelinas will clean the rooms. . . We did not tune in to the bad, but when we woke up in the morning we found bedbugs, shock. . . , calls with the host, a warning that if there is no reaction, we will post photos and videos on the Internet, and we will answer: "we don't give a damn where and what you post, all hotels in the center of Paris are bedbugs and goodbye. . . "I'm starting put pressure on the Hotel, moved to another room, cleaned a little better, but also dead. . In the evening I lay down on a children's bed, and study the route of the next day on the map, after a couple of minutes I feel a strange smell, I lift the bedspread and again I am in shock, the mattress is pierced through and through and the Thumbelinas put linen on a wet, smelly mattress, or maybe they pissed. . . I call the Hindu, Raj Kapoor says that I’ll bring a brand new bed, after which he leaves very, very quickly with the bed in his face and the mattress in the back. . . After a couple of minutes, the proposal that the family would sleep in this room and I in another, because. because there is no spare mattress, I explain what can happen to him if after 5 minutes there is no mattress, after 5 minutes he brings 2, but for children, and new ones, well, anyway. There are no breakfasts at the Hotel, very dirty, it feels like Napoleon had fun there and after that they forgot to clean it up. . . Location? , close to everything. In order to enter the hotel every evening, go through the gangway of the "Afro-Parisians", there you will be wrapped up in a smoke and prick, if you ask. Nearby there is an Italian restaurant, such a creative Giuseppe is the owner of it, he also serves. His muse helps him, also from Africa, we got hairs from her head in the soup, we hope they are black and twisted, except for wine, we didn’t like anything, it cost 80 euros 2 + 1. We know how they cook in Italy, there is something to compare with. But the restaurant is creative. . .