Mercure Strasbourg Palais des Congres
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- Swimming pool
- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Business Services
TravelPod Member ReviewsMercure Strasbourg Palais des Congres
nice modern amenities and close to concert hall
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... The locals are so friendly and are happy to let you try your few words of German or will also help you out by speaking English. This area is popular for many things; one of the main attractions is the walking and fresh air. Who knows, perhaps a farienhaus (holiday home) might be in my future in the region for a few weeks of just that. Always a good dream to aspire to... There are farienhomes to be had for reasonable prices I have on good ...
The first full day that I was here, we made a trip to the nearby town of Offenburg, which also has a lovely old town area in which to wander, and enjoyed looking around in the shops, wandering to the local orthotics maker (where I had my feet tickled with amazing technology), and then the three of us had lunch in at a favourite spot in a lovely cobblestoned area. Offenburg is close ...
... being tempted by a vegetarian place, we end up in a pizza restaurant. Nothing to complain about but a long wait for the food. On our walk to and from Selestat we walk past what turned out to be a neo-medieval water tower, completed in 1906. ...
... was also a diving pool and I did a bomb and some pin dives of both the low and medium diving boards. We stayed in Germany for tea and ate some delicious German food. I had a soup with special noodle filled with spinach and minced meat. It actually looked like a dumpling. Otis had sausage with lentils and noodles. Leo had schnitzel, dad had chicken with croquettes and mum shared some of everyone's. Cazzy was still not too well today so she had stayed at ...
... from the ship - at the last minute - and boarded a separate coach, looking even more disheveled and wild than previously. The man in our coach - whom I have come to think of as "Jorge" - muttered to himself the entire ride into Strasbourg, and appeared to be making notes in a kind of well-worn journal. He looked as though he hadn't slept a wink, and had a faint odor about him, of stale wine and something else I couldn't identify. I stole what glance I could, although on ...