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Despite Hôtel Cezanne's central location, we found the accommodations disappointing to the point of awfulness. The only asset came from a very kind and gracious server that brought us beverages and snacks while we waited for housekeeping to prepare the room. In fact, we risked forfeiting our prepaid fare for two more nights and checked out after only one sleepless night. The room lacked functioning air conditioning and/or tolerable air circulation. Because the room overlooks a very busy, noisy street with abundant vehicles and pedestrians of the partying college variety, we needed to keep the windows closed to have any semblance of silence for an attempt at sleeping. The room itself is in disrepair - aside from the numerous cosmetic and brutish scars, the bathroom door refused to latch without slamming it shut, the paint in the bathroom is peeling or substantially mildewed (without a latex glove I chose to no inspect too closely), the tile is in various states of disintegration, the bathroom floor needed a good swabbing, and the carpet near the bathroom gave off clear aromas of urine. Also, we saw a live mouse scurry across the floor of the breakfast room while we waited for our room to become ready for occupancy. It falls well below our expectations for service, cleanliness, and hospitableness. In our most generous view it most closely resembles a youth hostel but we are not students. In our most hostile view it might best suit a heroin addict flop house. Bad on us for failing to do more than cursory research and trusting the property's description of itself. While it calls itself "boutique," in its current state, the Hotel Cezanne would never have found its way into a painting by its namesake unless he intended to create a tragic landscape.