Fawlty Towers

The Anzac Hotel in Amiens looked great from the street - polished red door, marble floor in the entryway and then you step inside. You know when you see a brown carpet that was probably once blue that this is going to be one of those hotels. A small woman is seated at the concierge's desk and to the right is a dining room reminiscent of the 60's with the pine dining table and chairs and red checkered table cloth. I half expected to see Basil saunter down the wobbly staircase to my left. It seemed that a room on the ground floor was something to be very pleased about according to the concierge. A few steps along the corridor and around into another smaller corridor was room 6. You know when you see the brown quilt on the bed that was probably once blue, that you are going to have difficulty lying on top of it let alone under it. The floral wallpaper jumped out to meet you as you squeezed your suitcase (just fit) between the end of the bed and the wall. Standing room only. I will say though that it was clean enough and as we were out touring the countryside from 9am until 8pm, it probably didn't really matter how big the room was.  And it was warm. Too warm in fact. The one stained glass window in the room didn't open. You could see right through it and we didn't realise until the second day that you could roll down an awning outside the room so that passersby on the street could not see in. Oh well. C'est la vie.
PS They did a fantastic breakfast for 7 Euros though so it really wasn't such a bad place at all.