Saint Alban Hotel
No availability found through our partners. Please contact the business directly or check some of our recommended alternatives.
Travelers also recommend:
- More recommendations
TripAdvisor Reviews Saint Alban Hotel St.-Maur-des-Fosses
Travel Blogs from St.-Maur-des-Fosses
... grill which was strapped to the back of their bike. Amazingly enough one could buy Gucci bags and fancy named watches at discounted rates. We ate a picnic on the grassy hill of the Basilica. It gave us a good view over the city. We beat the heat and toured the basilica. They were trying in many ways to raise funds for the church - candles, ...
... br> metre walk to the hostel was distressing in itself. My brand new slacks were
ruined. If the diaper that is my underwear gave way and ruined my new astronaut
shoes I would be horrified! The hostel is of course full of people and I cant
wait for the lift as Briony points out the smell of **** was palpable. I crab
walked up 3 flights of stairs with the stench following suit like a thick musky
shadow. Briony (Who has been laughing the whole way ...
Today, is our last day in Paris. We had nothing really planned so we just winged it. Over breakfast we tossed up whether going to Versailles or not....it is a little over an hours trip by train out of Paris so the decision was made to not go....maybe next time... After two previously unsuccessful times to try and climb the Arc de Triomphe, we thought let's try one last time. The first time it was closed for the day and on the second ...
... in the future."
They headed back towards the apartment, listening to the music and watching all the people spilling out onto the streets from the many restaurants in the area, all enjoying themselves in the warmth of the balmy evening.
Night settled in and they realised it was 11pm, so of course it was time for dinner so takeaway pizza was ordered and taken back to the apartment where it was eaten whilst watching the World Cup.
... t a clue. Fortunately, the men didn't follow, and I wandered into a cafe at the end of the street hoping for some help but the proprietor spoke no English. I wandered back to the apartment but it was still locked tighter than the proverbial drum. There was nothing I could do but stand and wait with my case on the footpath, in the dark, watching people head off to work.
Ten minutes later, a man came out of the apartment clutching the hand of a young child. ...