Margarita Hotel

裏面像中國的旅館一樣，房間很小，乾淨，空調開不了。但是對於聖彼得堡這樣的旅遊城市，300多的價格還算合理吧。 飲用水在每層樓的外面有飲水機，房間裏面沒有飲用水，也沒有牙刷。 前台很有耐心，本來是下午2點才能辦入住的，她有空房讓我提前checking in 了

A hotel needs a concept like an outfit - a fashionista. That is, strongly. And the more accurately, sharply and strongly it reflects the essence of the idea, the greater the chances of success. There are concepts that are simply win-win, and then it’s just a matter of implementation - it will be packed, it’ll be sold out, the reception will be smoking, the administrators will collapse from fatigue with their pockets full of tips. Sometimes an idea overtakes its time or lags behind - then with varying success, it’s like coming to a Halloween party in an Adam costume, bright, but very inappropriate, and it gives you goosebumps in the sirloin. It’s difficult to choose a concept, it’s difficult to follow it, and it’s difficult to express it in all the details - food, service, interior, etc. - aerobatics. Exhausted, the hoteliers came up with an elegant move – a concept without a concept, “author’s design” so to speak. “Why are your curtains on the windows purple and covered in melted butter, and on the walls there are patterns a la Provence? – And this is our designer, this is how he sees it. - An entertainer, then. But this gorgeous tulle with bows? “Artists, they are like that, nothing human...” The questions are exhausted. The author's is the author's. Arriving on an early, sunny morning (by St. Petersburg standards) at about nine in the morning, I, like that blind kitten bumping into the owner’s surprised duck, three doors of the hotel with the signs “The entrance to the hotel is nearby,” finally entered the hall. The meeting with the administrator was memorable for its brevity and severity. I immediately remembered the foreman in the now distant time of the eighties, who dryly and monotonously, as if reciting a mantra, explained to us the rules of service (living), what, how and with whom one should not do under any circumstances, what is still possible, but with caution, and , which is always possible. Having paid for the room at the required rate and overpaid for early check-in in the amount of the cost of the whole day, having received the coveted key card for the room, I went to the elevator. The elevator turned out to be very neat, a famous classic was quietly playing some kind of music in the speakers, slowly but surely I was approaching the top floor, as it seemed to me. Alas, upon exiting the teleport, I was surprised to discover that to get to the room it was necessary to climb a very inconvenient staircase to one more floor. Armed with patience and composing an ode to the architect of this premises, I finally got to the place. It is worth noting that, according to my observation, the hotel has virtually no video surveillance blind spots in the corridors. The corridors themselves seemed to me very clean, although not the first freshness in terms of renovation. A kind of young lady of about forty-five, shyly putting on a nurse’s robe and trying to pass herself off as a young woman with ambitions. However, another disappointment awaited me at the room - a clump of female (as it seemed to me) strands of hair on the floor, as if reminding me that it was too early to relax - they could either cut it or depilate it. The miracle card opened the gate to the room, and I finally found myself in a wonderful nest. Moreover, the word “wonderful” can be used here in different accents. And wonderful and wonderful. All due to the fact that the same original designer had a very unusual approach to the idea of ​​​​designing, I’m not afraid of this word - the chamber. But