Esedra Hotel

The overall ranking on TripAdvisor tells you much of what you need to know about Hotel Esedra. It certainly needs work. I would not have stayed here if I could’ve found another hotel with rooms available at 9pm at night when I arrived in the city, but simply nobody had rooms (and those that had rooms were selling them for hundreds and hundreds of dollars). Hotel Esedra was the only viable choice, unless I wanted to patron the local homeless shelter…although maybe they have good free Italian food there? Lol. I use an electric wheelchair, and as with many local inns in Rimini, there is no wheelchair accessibility. I felt very safe leaving my chair outside at night, and I solicited the help of a few passersby to haul my luggage up the steep staircase to the lobby and hold my hand to ensure I didn’t fall. The atmosphere is small and outdated, with no real indication of attempts to revive or refurbish common areas. The man at check-in was relatively friendly, although he didn’t speak English, so I had to rely on Google Translate and my infantile knowledge of Italian—but in any of my TA reviews, language barriers are never a factor that harms a place. The woman at check-out had some English proficiency, but having Translate handy is still wise. This woman was very friendly, going so far as to call a taxi van, help me with my luggage, and grab me some items from the breakfast buffet downstairs to-go. I should’ve gotten her name—this lady is the only shining light of this hotel at the moment! I was placed in room 105 or something similar to that, a room I hadn’t even noticed until the check-in man pointed it out—it’s a nondescript wooden door right by the main doors with a small paper sign with the room number. It’s almost like the hotel wanted to expand and include more rooms, but didn’t have the space or the budget to make them more like the rest of the property—the black sheep of the hotel? Two such odd rooms were connected to the lobby so brazenly like that, mine and another just a few yards to the right. At least I had a roof over my head, eh? Perhaps the decision to place me there was due to my disability and the attempt to reduce the amount of walking I’d have to do, which if true, I very much appreciate. But unless all the other rooms were to the same or similar quality as mine, I would’ve walked a bit more. And the type of room received anyway didn’t help my condition in the first place… My room (which was a loft-style, two-story configuration separated by a steep wooden staircase I had no interest in or energy to try climbing unaided) was not exactly dirty…it was actually clean enough. It was just OLD. So, so worn down. Rickety and loud and cheap. The bed was a single twin—with no pillows. You heard me. There were ZERO pillows in my room. Now possibly they were in the upstairs section of my room, but having a few downstairs would’ve seemed logical too. I managed to rest my head on the tiny, thin blanket on the bed and a few towels…uncomfort