Eurohotel

The location warrants a 3 star also the staff on reception are friendly and helpful. We only stayed for 4 days so weren't too bothered about our accommodation BUT, the room we were given was across the road from the main hotel. This in itself want a problem, you have a good key code system that means you can never lose your key! We liked that. The room itself was okay! As we were on the street level the window did open but the shutters wouldn't raise so no outside view at all. No daylight! The wardrobe had 3 hangers! There was 1 mirror in The bathroom. The shower was yucky, mould on the shower head and walls. Black mould on The doors to the shower. Then there was the air conditioning, extremely temperamental, often didn't work or turned off. Which is not ideal in A room that has no good ventilation. Staff did quickly come when I complained and fixed but it still kept turning off. The beds were comfortable. There is a small fridge in the room and a hairdryer in the bathroom.

I stayed one night in a single room, which was larger then expected, as was the bed which was a 3/4 bed not a single. Slim line fridge and happy to see the in-room safe was large enough to take a laptop. Perhaps the only thing missing was some way to make tea or coffee. Everything was very clean. The only strange thing is the reception desk which is entirely glassed in with small slit at desk level making it necessary to bend down to hear what the receptionist was saying........not exactly a "friendly" first impression upon arrival. The area around the hotel is beautiful with a lot of cafe's and restaurants. Also a very good, large supermarket just around the corner. Overall, a nice stay and will definitely stay again.

The location is great, city central, close to public transport (red metro line). The rooms are VERY basic, though clean ans have the necessities but for this price not even close to par. The pressure in the shower is good but the shower is tiny and the doors dont close well. (Pics before checkout, the room was made up before)

Great Location and Service, But Disappointing Room Experience Eurohotel has a fantastic location — just a short walk from the underground, tram stops, and surrounded by plenty of great restaurants. The staff were friendly and helpful throughout our stay, which we really appreciated. However, the overall experience was let down by the condition of the hotel itself. As soon as we walked in, there was a noticeable unpleasant smell in the lobby, which was not a great first impression. We booked a room for three people, and it was extremely cramped — we could barely open one suitcase, let alone three. It definitely didn’t match the spacious and stylish photos advertised online. While the service and location were the standout positives, the lack of comfort and misleading room presentation made the stay a bit disappointing. With a few improvements, this place could really shine.

Overall stay was comfortable. Checkin and checkout was smooth, hotel provided storage facility to leave the luggage since we arrived early. Room was equipped with all amneities except bottle of water & tissue.

Hotels should avoid using lilies because many people are allergic. It would be fine if the smell was only in the lobbed but it permeates to the rooms too. My nose was clogged at night even though I have been taking my allergy medicine. Great location, but could hear the people outside at night. Good beds with low pillow

The location is great, but there are too many things which make it hard to trust.||The advertisement of “parking” when the parking is 500m away and still costs 25Euro a day to leave your car in a valet which is not at all welcoming is worrying.||The doors in to the hotel which get you by making you walk in, wait whilst they lock behind you before the next door opens make you feel like a security risk.||The rooms are small.||Overall not great. More pay by hour than pay by night

Nice hotel service and nice location. Near the train and the bus station.They call it the Eternal City. A phrase that feels almost trite until you stand alone, utterly dwarfed, beneath the Pantheon’s impossible dome, or trace your fingers over travertine worn smooth by two thousand years of passing hands. Rome isn’t just eternal; it’s immediate, visceral, a theatre of existence where the past isn’t preserved behind glass, but bleeds passionately into the vibrant, chaotic present. And experiencing it solo? That’s not loneliness; it’s liberation. It’s a conversation, intimate and profound, between your soul and the city’s timeless spirit.My dialogue began at dawn, chasing the first honeyed light spilling across the Piazza Navona. Alone, you move differently. Unburdened by consensus or compromise, I followed whims: detouring down a cobbled *vicolo* heavy with the scent of baking cornetti, drawn by the sudden, breathtaking reveal of the Trevi Fountain, still relatively quiet. Tossing my coin wasn’t just a tourist ritual; it was a whispered promise to the city, a silent pact sealed in the cool morning air and the fountain’s roaring majesty. Solitude amplifies these moments – the crisp *click* of your heels on ancient stone, the unfiltered awe as Bernini’s marble figures seem to surge from the water, frozen in divine drama. You hear the city’s own heartbeat, the murmur of awakening life, the distant clang of a baker’s shutter, the splash echoing in the vast basin.Wandering towards the Roman Forum, the sheer weight of history becomes palpable, almost a physical pressure. Alone, you can truly stop. You can perch on a sun-warmed block of tufa, gaze at the skeletal arches of the Basilica of Maxentius reaching defiantly towards a piercing blue sky, and let your imagination run riot. No commentary needed, no shared speculation required. Here, amid the ghosts of senators and centurions, the silence isn’t empty; it’s resonant. You feel the centuries compress. A stray cat sunning itself on Julius Caesar’s altar becomes a perfect, poignant metaphor for time’s relentless, indifferent march. The Colosseum looms nearby, its brutal grandeur undeniable. Observing it solo, you feel its dual nature more acutely – the awe-inspiring engineering marvel and the chilling echo of spectated suffering. It prompts introspection, a quiet contemplation on humanity’s enduring contradictions, impossible amidst a crowd’s chatter.Then, the Pantheon. Stepping inside is like walking into the mind of God, conceived by mortals. The sheer scale, the perfection of the dome – that oculus open to the heavens – is humbling beyond words. A shaft of sunlight pierces the dusty interior, illuminating motes dancing like celestial dust. Sitting alone on a bench, head tilted back, the immensity washes over you. The whispers of fellow visitors fade into a reverent hush. You feel infinitesimally small yet profoundly connected to the generations who stood precisely here, awestruck, for millennia. Solitude allows this space for pure, unadulterated wonder. It’s not just seeing; it’s *feeling* the architectural genius, the spiritual ambition made stone.But Rome isn’t just monumental stones; it’s vibrant, messy, delicious life. Crossing the Tiber into Trastevere, the atmosphere shifts. Narrow streets twist like tangled yarn, laundry flutters like colourful flags between ochre buildings, and the air thickens with the garlicky perfume of *cacio e pepe* and frying *carciofi*. Solo travel makes you porous. You notice the old men arguing passionately over espresso at a tiny bar, the clatter of plates from a hidden trattoria kitchen, the effortless elegance of a Roman woman navigating the cobbles in impossible heels. You slip into a *salumeria*, point at mysterious cheeses and glistening olives, and assemble a picnic feast. Finding a quiet step on Piazza Santa Maria in Trastevere, watching life swirl around the ancient basilica as you savour pecorino sharp enough to make your eyes wa