Best Western Aulivia Opera

After a rather stressful drive through the heart of Paris whilst running out of petrol, all I looked forward to was getting into bed with my girlfriend for a kip and then out for dinner at a local restaurant and a few drinks… last tango in Paris, if you like, to rid ourselves of the jackpot we won at the toll booth into Paris.
Fucking room was prepaid through
for two nights. Having decided to forfeit a night in Paris to have fun on the farm, we arrived and by the look on the receptionists face, the fuckers sold our room, regardless of their contractual obligation to keep our room open, as it had been paid for. We were finally given a room with two single beds and telly that only showed French shite!
Got stuck in the lift and then woken up by dome dodgy A-​rab type on the front desk, requesting we pay for the room again… at half 1 in the morning, then told to be quiet as ‘other guests were trying to sleep’, when ol’ Abdel was trying to scam us by asking for credit card details over the bloody phone at ‘that’ time of the morning?
It got vocal, alright.
A tip for anyone who is living in a multi-​cultural ghetto/​melting pot, full of halal butchers and ancient prostitutes plying their trade in every bar and wants a break away from it all in Paris… Find a different hotel… a different part of town, if necessary… the Aulivia is a half renovated shithole of a hotel… In a fucking ghetto.
Certainly not worth £150 a night…
And Abdel… I hope you catch VD … again.

Booked and paid in advance for two nights here via
.
Missed our first night due to unforseen travel difficulties which left us stranded in the center of France.
Arrived at about 8p.m. on the 2^nd night only to be scolded like little children about not phoning to advise them of our travel arrangements and to be told that our room had been given away. Got into it about being in a place with no Internet service, phone service etc… After a little huffing and puffing and some eye rolling we were given another hotel room.
Over we go to the «elevator» which is the size of a small shipping crate. Enough room for two of us and two carry on bags and one check in bag.
The hotel is in the midst of intensive renovations. The room we got was thankfully in the center of the hotel looking onto a courtyard of air-​conditioners, cigarette butts and assorted garbage thrown out the windows by fellow hotel guests. But it’s all nasty ladders and propped open doors and construction materials on the inside.
Whatever, we just needed somewhere to dump and stow our bags for the night while we soaked in the Parisienne nightlife.
Down the cement laden, sticky unpainted stairs we went out into Paris for dinner and drinks and some people watching. That was fun!
Couple of hours later at about just before midnight we come back, into the elevator and hit the number for our floor… shudder shudder thump… elevator get’s stuck. Ring Ring… cranky pants from the front desk comes out giving out reams about how we’ve broken the elevator!!!
Into the room, a little miffed about this, but wanting to get online because we’ve been without internet service for over a week and this was one of the BONUS points we liked about this hotel. No information in the room about how to access the Internet. Call reception — gotta go down to reception for the information. Downstairs I go again (stairs this time) for an information sheet about how to get the free wifi. Back upstairs… two laptops going… can’t get the freaking wifi going. Laugh derisively and decide to go to bed… fuck it, it’s a 8a.m. check in at CDG. Go for a pee. Toilet is not flushing. Call reception. Dude comes up with MAJOR attitude like we’ve totally destroyed his hotel by wanting basic services to be working. Stomping across the room and banging about in the toilet.
A little later, lying in bed falling asleep at 1:30 and… ring ring… front desk. «heloo madarm. you’re credit card have been declined» (if anyone want’s further information about pre-​paid credit cards for travel to foreign lands feel free to contact me) .
WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU RUNNING MY CARD AT 1:30a.m. when I’ve already paid for two nights???
OHMERGARD!!!
Fucking toilet didn’t flush in the morning either.

Sommeil leger: s’abstenir!
Je né connais pas les chambres reservées à la clientele qui souhaite payer «plein pot», quand à nous, nous avons trouvé cet hotel par un site last minute et avons suivi les avis des internautes (7.5÷10 sur plus de 20 avis) pour 85 € la nuit. CE prix pour un 3* est effectivement tres correct pour Paris, en revanche, dès la sortie du Métro, nous n’avons pas été déçu:un quartier à la limite du mal fâmé en plein coeur de Paris, bryant et assez mal frequenté.A 5 minutes à pieds de la gare de l’ESt, proche gare du Nord egalement, ce qui est le SEUL avantage de cet etablissement. l’hotel est facile à trouver, à 5 minutes du metro Château d’eau.POur un Best Western 3*, les chambres né sont absolument pas à la hauteur. L’exterieur et le hall de l’hotel sont propres et corrects dans l’ensemble, c’est ensuite que tout se complique: l’ascenceur:1m² environ, impossible d’y tenir à 2 avec les bagages. Couloirs tres exigus, tout comme les chambres, 12m² au bas mot, pas de minibar, pas de plateau d’accueil, portes defraichies, pas de place pour vos affaires, literie mediocre. La proprété est là, c’est la seule chose que l’on né peut nier. Nous avons eu le plaisir d’avoir la chambre juste à coté de l’ascenceur, j’en arrive donc à l’essentiel pour cet hotel: l’isolation phonique: en gros nous avons tout suivi des aventures du couple voisin, nous avions l’impression qu’ils etaient dans notre chambre lorsqu’ils utilisaient leur salle de bain, lorqu’ils allumaient la television, etc. Au matin nous avons eté reveillés par les discussions des femmes de chambre dans le couloir, qui né parlaient pas plus fort que nos voisins, mais ce fut extremement incommodant, les murs sont vraiment comme du papier à cigarettes, je né comprend pas que le label Best Western, pourtant signe de «vous pouvez y aller les yeux fermés «à nos yeux. En tous les cas, chose à retenir pour l’avenir: eviter le quartier de la Gare de l’ESt pour se loger, et surtout surtout avant de choisir un hotel à Paris, bien garder en tete que le nombre d’etoile en province n’a rien à voir avec le nombre d’etoiles à Paris (diviser par 1.5 sinon forts risques de deconvenue)!!! Nous n’avons pas pris le petit dejeuner à 11e, trop peur d’etre déçus! A bon entendeurs… Fuyez!