Достаточно, чтобы переночевать. Enough to spend the night.

I have never seen such a small room, thanks to Paris, it turned out to be original here too. Together with a toilet and a bathroom and a corridor - approximately 10 sq. m. Like my kitchen. True, I still can’t imagine how a toilet with a bath and a corridor can fit into my kitchen. Well done French. Almost the entire area of ​ ​ ​ ​ the room is occupied by a large bed - you lie side by side freely (not on top of each other). Between the bed and the walls of 30 cm of free space. At the foot, a narrow table adjoins the bed, the distance between the bed and the table is exactly to put a chair. Well, get through - somehow, not counts. Well thought out about the toilet door. It is located opposite the bed. In the morning I lowered my legs to the floor and, using the handle on the toilet door, you can get out of bed, after yesterday's fatigue, when your body is still sick. Well, at night it is advisable not to go to the toilet, it will be noisy. We lived on the first floor, in room 125 (in reality, this is the second floor) - there is a balcony door, though there is no balcony. Instead, a grate is provided so as not to fall out (I understood this). Nothing, it’s convenient, in the morning you open the balcony door, lie down on the grate and this is quite enough to feel like on a balcony. It is quiet at night, the balcony door saves, especially when motorcycles pass through the yard. The acoustics in the courtyard are good, but the room is quiet. In general, it was quiet, with the exception of Friday, when after a week of work the youth relaxed right up to 4 o'clock in the morning. Here the balcony door did not save.
In the room, high above the table, a flat-screen TV. Well done too (I mean the French) - look at the TV from the bottom up. All of them are somehow unusual, peculiar. For example, there is a TV, but there are almost no programs for viewing. There were 10 channels tuned, but three programs were shown on them, and all in French. In some distant Tunisia, you could watch our second channel. Remember your homeland. And here everything is strict - like: "What did you come for? Watch TV? " Well, the TV itself is apparently for the interior.
About breakfast. Great. Again, I didn't expect this. When the table is full, but there is nothing to eat. No, everything on the table is edible, take what is called "I don't want to. " We didn't have any eggs. Probably, once there were sausages here, but then they disappeared, this year eggs fell out of the menu, and next year, probably, yogurts will also disappear. It's okay, people live. Here in one review (by Lesya) it is written that the croissants are huge. Apparently Lesya herself is tiny, and in comparison with her, they seemed big to her. But how airy it is. For comparison, if you take it in your hand and crush it into a ball, then it will not even pull on a table tennis ball. Even such a small piece of cheese, which they give there, will cover it "like a bull in Europe. " But again, it’s good, I’m talking about breakfast in general, I’m not a very thin person, why hide it, even with the naked eye you can see that I have extra pounds in some places. I took advantage of this opportunity and by the end of the week I had reduced my dimensions by two holes on the belt. Again, good. My old hole is completely loose.

The room was clean, cleaned well, always fresh towels. Something went wrong on the second day. But we are experienced people, we quickly realized that one euro on the table would fix everything. And so it happened. Everything quickly recovered - not only the euros were removed from the table, but at the same time they captured the entire room.
In general, I liked the hotel. If I manage to visit Paris again, I will go (just in case) to the same hotel.
Here it would be necessary to give marks, and I was about to give them, but the thought stopped me: either I give marks to them, or to myself.....