- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Wheelchair accessibility
- Free parking
- Pets allowed
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... each piece in the entire museum. There was a room full of plaster casts to show what sculptures were intended to look like too, and it was cool to see the process. The whole museum had a lot of plaques explaining the individual styles of each painter, and the influences of masters on their students and each other. But after spending the morning at the Accademia, I realise I'm suffering museum fatigue (it's a thing). I'd half-planned to go see the Galileo museum in ...
... I've run out of The Office reruns to watch on the tv screen. I have resorted to entertaining myself by listening to some French rap kindly provided on Channel 15 by French Airways. I'm secretly loving the French rap mind you, and have pumped the volume up a little too loud (to the point that my headphones are now crackling cos I've been so ************* a positive note I did not get stuck next to your classic "smelly creepy fatty" as I'd anticipated. Instead the flight is ...
... one however, and, before I had placed any items on the belt, I asked the checkout man if it was ok for me to use my ViSA card and just sign for it. Whilst this was communicated via sign language he seemed to be on the same page as me and said as long as I showed ID it would be no problem. I made him promise me this would be the case as I didn't want to hold up a queue of angry customers like last time. But he filled me with hope and I had faith ...
... with enough oil to start a car, it was the most delicious thing that could've entered my mouth and I'm very happy with my choice. Everything is so so cheap in Prato. It is comparable to Thailand prices. For the worlds best espressos I have been paying €1, today's large and quality serving of pasta cost me €5 and wait till you here what my supermacarto experience cost me..... I convinced Chloe to come with me to COOP, a 15minute walk from ...
... to mean "follow me, ill ask someone who knows English to help you out, you poor little tourist, you" but instead I realised he had perhaps directed an Italian swear word at me and was now walking far away from me so I could no longer harass him. So I left, feeling like a downright idiot in search of dinner. To cut a long story short, I became a mute on the streets of Prato and learnt my acting skills were equally as unhelpful as my language skills and resorted to ...