I was squarely disappointed. In terms of Airbnb I expected a place with privacy for my family. I didn’t expect a sort of old fashioned family pension or youth hostel, where we had to share a bathroom/restroom with many other disappointed families or couples. There you stand with your unique towel under your arm, waiting until the place is free. The kitchen has space, but who would share that with others? In the room there is no closet, no cloth hanger, hardly place for opening a suitcase, no trash can, one chair for three, one lamp (I had to fix before using it), one towel p/p, no soap... The place is “quaint”, and made me think of my travels in Italy in the seventies. The place is clean, but you can’t feel it, so much is lacking in the finishing, and the house is a hundred years old. At night you can follow the angry discussions of drunk customers of the cafe just below you, or the endless phone conversations in the street, word for word. Your room door doesn’t lock well, and at least four times people run in to our door, by error, probably thinking it might be a restroom. Nice people, by the way. You won’t see the owner, if not by accident. I don’t feel the hand of a woman here, who would have used (and added) her sense of hospitality. Well, I think you have understood: this is not what I expected for my $175 per night. Jan