Hotels in Porta Venzia, Milan

Quite remote from the Duomo and the train station but within walking distance from metro. Very clean and the cabin with curtain provides you with privacy. But no stable hot water and the shower cubicle was quite small. The reception and entrance was situated at the basement so have to walk the stairs. I was carrying a heavy suitcase and asked if I can use the G/F exit to spare myself from the heavy lifting. But the staff said no.

Nice hotel service and nice location. Near the train and the bus station. They call it the Eternal City. A phrase that feels almost trite until you stand alone, utterly dwarfed, beneath the Pantheon’s impossible dome, or trace your fingers over travertine worn smooth by two thousand years of passing hands. Rome isn’t just eternal; it’s immediate, visceral, a theatre of existence where the past isn’t preserved behind glass, but bleeds passionately into the vibrant, chaotic present. And experiencing it solo? That’s not loneliness; it’s liberation. It’s a conversation, intimate and profound, between your soul and the city’s timeless spirit. My dialogue began at dawn, chasing the first honeyed light spilling across the Piazza Navona. Alone, you move differently. Unburdened by consensus or compromise, I followed whims: detouring down a cobbled *vicolo* heavy with the scent of baking cornetti, drawn by the sudden, breathtaking reveal of the Trevi Fountain, still relatively quiet. Tossing my coin wasn’t just a tourist ritual; it was a whispered promise to the city, a silent pact sealed in the cool morning air and the fountain’s roaring majesty. Solitude amplifies these moments – the crisp *click* of your heels on ancient stone, the unfiltered awe as Bernini’s marble figures seem to surge from the water, frozen in divine drama. You hear the city’s own heartbeat, the murmur of awakening life, the distant clang of a baker’s shutter, the splash echoing in the vast basin. Wandering towards the Roman Forum, the sheer weight of history becomes palpable, almost a physical pressure. Alone, you can truly stop. You can perch on a sun-warmed block of tufa, gaze at the skeletal arches of the Basilica of Maxentius reaching defiantly towards a piercing blue sky, and let your imagination run riot. No commentary needed, no shared speculation required. Here, amid the ghosts of senators and centurions, the silence isn’t empty; it’s resonant. You feel the centuries compress. A stray cat sunning itself on Julius Caesar’s altar becomes a perfect, poignant metaphor for time’s relentless, indifferent march. The Colosseum looms nearby, its brutal grandeur undeniable. Observing it solo, you feel its dual nature more acutely – the awe-inspiring engineering marvel and the chilling echo of spectated suffering. It prompts introspection, a quiet contemplation on humanity’s enduring contradictions, impossible amidst a crowd’s chatter. Then, the Pantheon. Stepping inside is like walking into the mind of God, conceived by mortals. The sheer scale, the perfection of the dome – that oculus open to the heavens – is humbling beyond words. A shaft of sunlight pierces the dusty interior, illuminating motes dancing like celestial dust. Sitting alone on a bench, head tilted back, the immensity washes over you. The whispers of fellow visitors fade into a reverent hush. You feel infinitesimally small yet profoundly connected to the generations who stood precisely here, awestruck, for millennia. Solitude allows this space for pure, unadulterated wonder. It’s not just seeing; it’s *feeling* the architectural genius, the spiritual ambition made stone. But Rome isn’t just monumental stones; it’s vibrant, messy, delicious life. Crossing the Tiber into Trastevere, the atmosphere shifts. Narrow streets twist like tangled yarn, laundry flutters like colourful flags between ochre buildings, and the air thickens with the garlicky perfume of *cacio e pepe* and frying *carciofi*. Solo travel makes you porous. You notice the old men arguing passionately over espresso at a tiny bar, the clatter of plates from a hidden trattoria kitchen, the effortless elegance of a Roman woman navigating the cobbles in impossible heels. You slip into a *salumeria*, point at mysterious cheeses and glistening olives, and assemble a picnic feast. Finding a quiet step on Piazza Santa Maria in Trastevere, watching life swirl around the ancient basilica as you savour pecorino sharp enough to make your eyes wa

Stayed over for the Italian Grand Prix. The bed and room was very comfortable with a great breakfast. Staff were very polite. Spa is a bit small but perfect for a nice sauna and quick swim which is a bonus. Duomo and Central station located just down the road.

Hotel is located next to Lima metro station and 10 minutes walk to Milan Central train station. Room size is good and the decoration is modern, except the air conditioning is not cold enough. We adjusted it to the lowest temperature and was still not cold enough. We had to open the window for a few hours before we went to bed. Breakfast was good with lots of variety. Staff in the restaurant was very attentive. I had to thank Manuel who arranged us to go in the restaurant 15 minutes before it opened as we had to leave for the airport early. Everything went through smoothly. I enjoyed the stay very much at NH Milano Buenos Aires.

A deposit of €150 has been taken from me which was supposed to be refunded but not yet received it back in my card. I would request to refund it asap. I checked in at around 2:am on 3rd June, I opted for late check out, hotel informed that late check out can be possible max till 14:00 and they changed €50 for that, in the morning when asked to extend my reservation till next day, they didn't adjust the amount €50 which I gave for late check out, on top of that they charged me €110 more for this extension, I would have expected better service here.

The hotel is very clean and the price is right! Although it is in the most prosperous Loreto, the accommodation area is very quiet and you can guarantee a good night's sleep! The transportation is very convenient and it is easy to go anywhere! I will choose to come back and stay next time~

I am extremely grateful to the front desk staff who received me. Due to my hearing impairment, it was somewhat challenging for me to understand what was being said by non-native speakers through lip-reading. However, the hotel's front desk staff were very patient and meticulous in their service, doing an excellent job. They even personally showed me the way to ensure I fully understood. Even in the luxurious hotels I have stayed at, it is rare to find service staff who can pay such complete attention to these details. Although there were minor issues with the room's location and sound insulation, the hotel communicated proactively and had a very good attitude. I believe that the service attitude of a hotel is its most valuable asset.