Now that we located the hotel, we moved our car from the city parking lot to one of the five slots available at the hotel. No one manned the reception desk, and momentarily the proprietor walked out from the restaurant to solemnly check us in. We later learned that we were the only hotel guests that Sunday night.
Our rooms were on the first floor, but still required walking up a flight of narrow stairs or using one of the two elevators. Similar to other hotels, the hallway light was on a short timer, just sufficient for us to unlock the doors to our rooms. Immediately after stepping in the room, my wife turned the heater on high. She huddled on the window ledge, still in her coat and mittens, with her feet resting on the heater. Her wool socks protected her from direct contact with the heater, yet allowed warmth to seep in and defrost her toes.
The room was spacious and clean. The television sat on a desk with easy viewing from the comfortable bed. The bright yellow and blue décor cheered up the dreary winter day. I opened the window (reaching behind my wife who was still trying to get warm) and discovered that our window peered directly into the window of the building behind the hotel. Good thing my wife was still wrapped in her coat! The bathroom was well lit, with an extra set of lights just above the mirror. The shower was interesting, as it was framed right on the tile floor with a slight tilt towards a drain in the floor. The two doors swung out into the bathroom, and after showering, all the water from the doors just dripped on the floor.
Unlike at other hotels, the proprietor did not want us to leave our keys at the desk when we left the hotel. He asked us to keep them and let ourselves back into the rooms when we returned from dinner. Fortunately, the large key fit into a side pocket in my wife’s purse so we would not misplace this item.
As with many hotels, breakfast was included. A neatly arranged tray of sliced meats and cheeses was presented when we walked into the breakfast room. Minimal hot coffee was served in china cups and saucers, and the owner refilled the carafe when asked.
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