Мой "любимый" отель в Париже My "favorite" hotel in Paris

So, Hotel Central on rue Chateau before.
The prospectus says that it is a stone's throw from North Dame and other equally pleasant places. Don't believe. You are being deliberately misled. It is difficult to imagine a more disgusting option.
Firstly, the hotel is located in the very epicenter of the black area - a kind of Parisian Harlem. In the north-east of Paris, surrounded by impoverished quarters and not two, but a 45-minute quick walk from the Seine, Notre Dame, etc. Tourists from Russia, being there, are better off saying that they are Poles. White people there, to put it mildly, are not very fond of. Tour guides warn about this every day, begging white Russians not to enter this black, criminogenic, teeming with thieves, murderers and prostitutes cute area. After 10 o'clock it is better not to walk along the streets of the quarter at all. Because it's very dangerous. The locals follow these rules very strictly: by nightfall, the streets literally die out. . .

Secondly, the hotel itself is in a very, very poor condition. You could say it's in an emergency. Those suffering from claustrophobia should not settle in it. Elevators are like wardrobes. A steep emergency and extremely narrow staircase does not allow a person with luggage to climb - luggage must be sent separately in the elevator. And follow him up the steps. The corridors are very narrow - only one person can pass. The rooms are tiny. I don't recommend taking the single. Rooms are a separate story. The eerie colors of the "wallpaper" are stained with the waste products of the former residents. The TV, more than antediluvian and completely broken, is at a height unattainable for the outlet. If it turns out to be in working condition, it shows only French channels. There is no question of any cable or satellite television. The sockets are bare. The equipment of the bed is the same as in our second-class carriages - torn dirty linen, "no" pillow and the same carriage blanket. The closet, once painted white, has numerous black fingerprints that have not been rubbed off by anyone since ancient times. Inside it is even worse - layers of long-term dirt and dust, covered with dust by no one and dried sticky puddles that cannot be washed off or erased by anything. It is better not to put clothes there. The bathroom requires separate comments - the toilet is simply not washed - rusty-brown streaks are spreading along the walls. When flushing, the water reaches the seat itself and with a roar, a funnel, slowly goes into the sewer. The sink is very clogged - it is enough just to let clean water in, as it immediately fills up to the brim, leaves with great difficulty and leaves behind what is inside the sewer pipe - fat and mucus of an indefinite color. But they let clean water down... The shower cabin is cramped, it’s better not to close it so as not to wipe yourself against the walls, which, by the way, also apparently, are not treated by anyone, they simply don’t wash. The shower hose is rubber and is torn or frayed to tatters in many places. Naturally, there are no hair dryers, air conditioners, fans, refrigerators, bars, safes.
Buffet. . . It's in a medieval, low, tiny cellar. Several tables covered with oilcloth and chairs. For breakfast - a croissant (pretty good), a stale, thoroughly hardened bun, one cup of tea or instant coffee, a tiny piece of butter and the same portion of jam. Don't ask for extras.
Hall - similar to a dirty dark pantry room 7 meters, littered with junk and rags.
A few words about service. The staff consists of unscrupulous black maids, Arab men and a certain Carmen the cook, who has a noticeable authority. But tourists need to be constantly on their guard - thefts often occur in the hotel. Personally, in my presence, 500 euros were stolen from our tourists. After that, I began to lock my suitcase with a special lock.
About cleaning - the room is cleaned as follows: in a narrow corridor, right on the floor, the maids pile clean bed linen, towels, pillows and blankets from the disassembled beds. Then a chair rolls out. Washing of floors, simple cleaning of the room. Then, from a pile lying on the floor in the corridor, linen is taken and the bed is made, towels are laid out. Of course, at this time it is very difficult to walk along the corridor - guests have to step over heaps, stepping on linen, both clean and dirty, on blankets, setting aside a chair-chair. Otherwise, you just won't get through. After cleaning, dirty linen is dumped, again, on the floor, only in the hall on the first floor, near the concierge... Until they take it to the laundry. In general, unsanitary conditions in everything and to the fullest!
Poor visitors! You won't envy their first impressions!

As for the rest - the sounds coming from the windows into the room testify to very emotional residents. Moreover, both from the side of the street and from the side of the "inner courtyard" - an ordinary narrow well with window openings. Half of the well is a hotel, and half is a residential building, in which the relationship is very loudly sorted out during the day. That's why you have to close the windows all the time. Even in the heat.
Of course, a lot of cockroaches and something else. . .