This will be a long review, in summary: beware, you will not be able to sleep at night and the hotel will still charge your credit card for the nights you did NOT stay there! I had taken my mum on a trip to Italy and she wanted a trip done the way before the internet existed, i.e. the way it was done in her time. So not what I normally do, i.e. research beforehand, read hotel reviews galore and then choose the "best" based on hundreds of reviews. Instead, mum's way is that you simply arrive at the train station and let the tourist information there recommend a hotel ("because they have the most experience, dear!"). So that was the way we did it, she told the very friendly gentleman, Alessandro (who speaks excellent English) at the tourist information VisitRimini at the train station what she wanted, a room with twin beds in the area around the Fellini park, with a balcony. He started phoning round the hotels in the area, and in the end found 3 hotel rooms, two without a balcony, one at a 3 star (110€ per night) and one at a 4 star hotel (180€ a night), and one with a balcony facing the sea, at the Hotel Milton, at 200€ a night. My mum was willing to take the one with the balcony sight unseen (remember: "they have the most experience!"), but I insisted to at least see it first. So we took a taxi to the Hotel Milton, mum was exhausted at that point and sat down with the luggage in the reception area and sent me upstairs with the receptionist, to the 3rd floor, room 306. He told me that the room had unexpectedly become available because the guests had left early (and that should have been my first warning!). And that except for that room, they were booked out. I wasn't too enamoured of the room, yes, it had a small sea-facing balcony with a chair on it (the balcony had a cracked travertine slab - I did not dare set foot on it), but the room was small and narrow with tired-looking furniture and a truly tiny shower stall. But when I came down and told my mum, there was no doing, she had fallen in love with the pink&white architecture of the hotel, she wanted to stay. So the receptionist did a "pre-authorisation" on my credit card for 1,000€ and we went upstairs. The discovery of dirty towels (two red tomato sauce stains and a big black smudge) didn't faze her, even when the elder male receptionist downstairs told her that those were clean towels! I got him to replace them (he mumbled and muttered, but ok, every hotel has a grumpy employee), but she was still happy about the hotel Alessandro had found for us. So pink, so pretty! When at 9 o'clock in the evening it was like a switch was turned on and there was ear blasting music from the beach bars in front of the hotel right in our room, she was still willing to put the best interpretation on it. We had arrived on Saturday July 30th, so this - according to the gospel of mum - was for sure just a one-night event, the young people partying because it was Saturday night. The worst thing was that it
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