How has this hotel rated in the past?
- Continental Breakfast
- Drycleaning onsite
- Banquet room
- Multilingual staff
- Breakfast Available
- Conference facilities
TripAdvisor Reviews Hotel Solitaire Chandigarh
Travel Blogs from Chandigarh
... is a long robe worn with tight pants underneath and a suit is a dress with tights underneath. Over the next 2 days, we would spend several hours picking colors, styles, materials, and negotiating price, delivery time, and alterations with the Masterji for these 20 outfits. Dipy became a pro in women's sizes and alterations as he battled with the Masterji on exactly what we needed and the measurements of women's chests. Mama barked out the orders and stated ...
... lighting the candles. I got out my camera and started snapping away. I became the official photographer at the party and even got a small video clip of the priest and Goodley praying, at the request of Kabita. This event seemed to signal the start of the celebration. After the prayer she blew out the candles on her cake, cut a piece of cake and gave a bite to her mother, father, grandmother, cousins, everybody within range was getting a bite and some even ...
... in the other. Thinking he might attempt to drive with these items I teased him and then confessed I used to eat my lunch many times a week driving from home to home. Not the best practice. Thich Nhat Hanh in his book Peace is every step has a great chapter on eating mindfully. "A few years ago, I asked some children, "What is the purpose of eating breakfast?" One boy replied, "To get energy for the day". Another said, ...
... was kick-ass!
About 2 weeks had passed in Punjab until one day i got a call from Dubai. It was my uncle who called me to inform that he wants me to start my job as soon as possible. Although i was sad that i could`nt do some of the other stuffs that i had planned to (like going to Shimla) but i was also pretty excited cause it was going to be the beginning of the next phase of my life..a new phase of my life.
What an amazing night! I have never felt so happy, right down to my toes. Feel so content and light, my faith in humanity has been restored. We had just finished our meal when we were approached along the walk way by a Sikh gentleman. Having been so used to scammers this last week our automatic reaction was to be suspicious (which is sad). He shook our hand and introduced himself as Narinder Singh, aged 75 and lived in Chandigarh since 1958. He said he ...