My wife and I arrived at this hotel on a Sunday at 2:00 PM. The first eyesore I noted was the deteriorated façade. Gravel spilled from a rundown street into an unkempt courtyard at the entrance of the establishment. Across the street were a partially demolished brick wall and neglected houses. The service desk had only a receptionist who treated us courteously, handed us a map, and warned us about crime in Rome. No bell desk, no concierge, and no restaurant because it closed on Sundays. The room was very small. A little low-framed double bed had been crammed against the walls, so it allowed a narrow space for one person to move inside the room. If in the middle of the night you needed to go to the bathroom, you would have to climb over your bedmate or slide down to the foot of the bed. One reading lamp hung above a single rudimentary nightstand. Across from the bed, a doorless wardrobe stood in a corner, almost attached to the nightstand. It contained several hangers and a tiny safe. A plain corner desk with one simple chair sat next to a little window. A small TV hung above the desk on the same wall where a hair dryer hung too. The bathroom had a small shower, no bath—although the website had indicated shower/bath—a sink for a single guest, a plain toilet and a bidet.
Back in the reception area on our way out to another hotel, the receptionist was kind enough to call a taxi for us.