By user: emmas_grandma
In all my years of travel, even on my 40th birthday voyage to the Soviet Union, I have never been so confused. My travel agent clearly specified that this was to be a reputable establishment. However, I was kept up at all hours by an infernal racket from all sides of the room that sounded like an aria from Carmina Burana. I did not sign up to sleep in a bordello.
Two stars for the handsome young concierge who helped me with my valise.