This is the corner of our street, the street of Hotel Cisterna.
It has been my home for the past week.
The beds are as hard as a rock and take your breath away if you collapse into them, but that is easily ignored with heavy lids. The shower door has a tendency to come off its tracks and fall in on you, which severely complicates the already tiny shower. Internet only seems accessible from a 10 x 10 foot space in the lobby, luckily that space includes a couch. The maid sometimes throws away souvenirs and food, but almost always ignores the empty bottles by the bedside.
It will be my home for one more week. It’s grown on me.
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