View from 6th floor window.
by johngaytonstreet, not too congested with either traffic or people. The door buzzer
summons the young desk clerk and check in is no problems, except that my room is
602 and the lift has broken down (remember ground floor is 0 in France).
"Do you have another room?" I ask, "Oh yes Sir, but I do not know how to
transfer, I am new here and the manager is out at the moment."
This is where my command of the language breaks down, back to English. "OK I'll
take the room, tell me about the internet connection?"
"I'm sorry sir, I have no access cards, the manager did not leave me any."
OMG I'm starting to feel sorry for this poor guy.
So I take the room, climb the 7 flights of stairs, drop my bag off. Cigarette,
water, then the trip down the stairs to find something to eat. I am beyond
restaurant hunger now and find a corner shop where I get some wine and then a
little place for a sandwich.
Room itself is fine, great distance views and the hotel lobby and corridors are
decorated with poster art, but i don't think this is heading for any decent
ratings from this writer.
