Hotels with Breakfast in Milan

"The room was spacious, clean, and tidy. The location is very convenient, just a 10-minute walk from the subway station. The bathroom was exceptionally large, and I'd highly recommend this hotel if you're traveling with elderly companions. It's equipped with grab bars everywhere and a shower stool, making it very senior-friendly. Plus, there's a large supermarket, Li Do, just a 3-minute walk away, which is incredibly convenient."

"Good 1) Location 2) Hotel room big enough 3) Staff is nice and friendly even the cleaner as well NG (No Good) 1) No tea/coffee provided even a proper CUP 2) Washing sink NO hot water, design of the sink too shallow. When u open pipe water all spruts out. 3) Bed is too soft and the pillow so thin."

"The room itself was clean and comfortable for a single person, but the bathroom had a strange smell that made me feel nauseous after every use. My friend had the same issue with the bathroom. Other than that, the receptionist was kind enough to let us check in early."

"My first impression of Milan was good because I felt welcomed at the reception from the moment I arrived early in the morning. It is very close to the central station and the subway station is right in front, so it was convenient to get to all tourist attractions. The hotel facilities were very clean and well-maintained, and above all, the breakfast was very satisfactory. It was so nice to feel welcomed every time I returned to the hotel after going out. Thank you to all the team and wish you a Merry Christmas."

"The room was fine but it definitely needs some fixing. The mirror wasn’t lined up properly and the shower door didn’t close right. It looks fancy at first but the materials actually feel quite cheap. The worst part was the bathroom light. It’s on a timer with no proper switch. If you stay in there more than two minutes it turns itself off. The light went off while I was showering and I almost slipped so many times. Super unsafe and really annoying. Breakfast was pretty bland. Not much choice and the bacon was overcooked. I only had some pancakes. It’s absolutely not worth 18 euros and not even that good. The only real positive is the location. It’s close to the central station which is really convenient."

"Our stay in Nazioni Milan was excellent experience Staff very polite and helpful"

"Stayed in this hotel several times already. As usual , it is unbeatable in terms of location. But can be noisy early in the morning when 🚊s pass by the 🏨"

"Great hostel! It is located in a beautiful building. I took a bed in a room for 6 girls. The room had its own bathroom. Everything is clean and modern. The kitchen has everything you need. A great bonus: the bar at the hostel. On weekends, musicians play there. At the same time, the soundproofing is excellent: you can't hear the bar from behind the door."

"Good Hotel if you do not care to travel a bit to the city Centre. It is really well connected, so you don't have to worry about the distance too much. Only like 40 mins by metro. The room was clean, and the staff friendly. Would stay here again."

"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"