First of all, there was no place outside the building that said what doorbell to ring for the place, the name of the B&B was no where, if it wasn't for a very nice guy that lived in the building and had the owner's telephone number I wouldn't have been able to get inn to my room. The owner lives away from the place, he just bought packs of pasteries, and had milk and old orange juice in the fridge and old moldy coffee for a breakfast that I was supposed to serve myself with. I don't know how old was the pastry so I didn't dare eat any of it. The bathroom was reeking, the sewer pipe was horrible smell coming out of the restroom, had to open all the windows for the smell to die down a little and put some kind of desinfectant in the toilet. The bed was hard as a rock, but I liked that no one bothered me cause I was there alone. I left a day early, hope I can get reimbersed for that.