The hotel was chosen randomly for the price. Nothing good can be said about it other than the location. Literally - better than any other nearby, even if a little more expensive. Moreover, there is a choice. The same Arkona is two steps away or Bartley, where, by the way, you will be directed to the parking lot, because.
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The hotel was chosen randomly for the price. Nothing good can be said about it other than the location. Literally - better than any other nearby, even if a little more expensive. Moreover, there is a choice. The same Arkona is two steps away or Bartley, where, by the way, you will be directed to the parking lot, because. its not. It is not even possible to stop at the entrance by car. Then little things are added in service, food, attitude. Hence the recommendation not to choose this hotel
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By the time I visited the Legia Hotel, I already had a stereotype of an ideal hotel in Prague: cleanliness + walking distance from Vaclavak. I did not meet frankly dirty hotels, so I did not expect such horror from the city center (and the hotel is located on Sokolskaya street, 7 minutes on foot). The building is of a wild gray color (like the wallpaper in the office of Pushkin's "Station Master") with some smudges, the windows are just rectangular holes with, probably, deaf, non-opening panes.
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By the time I visited the Legia Hotel, I already had a stereotype of an ideal hotel in Prague: cleanliness + walking distance from Vaclavak. I did not meet frankly dirty hotels, so I did not expect such horror from the city center (and the hotel is located on Sokolskaya street, 7 minutes on foot).
The building is of a wild gray color (like the wallpaper in the office of Pushkin's "Station Master") with some smudges, the windows are just rectangular holes with, probably, deaf, non-opening panes. Inside - it seems not the nineteenth century, but it seems not even the twentieth: old furniture (my late grandmother had this for half a century), the walls are decorated somehow, I was completely afraid to enter the elevator (it is simply manually closed by the door, without the usual shutters, and then walks shaking, as special daredevils told). It's always scary to hit your head on the stairs. Of course, there is no garbage in the room, but again, it meets ancient furniture, fabric, plumbing. . .
The contingent are young Britons in torn jeans, with green mohawks and a million earrings. In short, all sorts of nifers, punks, hippies, freaks and the like - probably will do. But in my notebook there is a categorical "NO".
The building is of a wild gray color (like the wallpaper in the office of Pushkin's "Station Master") with some smudges, the windows are just rectangular holes with, probably, deaf, non-opening panes. Inside - it seems not the nineteenth century, but it seems not even the twentieth: old furniture (my late grandmother had this for half a century), the walls are decorated somehow, I was completely afraid to enter the elevator (it is simply manually closed by the door, without the usual shutters, and then walks shaking, as special daredevils told). It's always scary to hit your head on the stairs. Of course, there is no garbage in the room, but again, it meets ancient furniture, fabric, plumbing. . .
The contingent are young Britons in torn jeans, with green mohawks and a million earrings. In short, all sorts of nifers, punks, hippies, freaks and the like - probably will do. But in my notebook there is a categorical "NO".
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