The hotel is on the main drag to the beach, it is bland, soul-less and has a comedy coffee machine which delivers something a bit like gravy with a hint of soap. Next door is a restaurant which despises tourists with a passion.100 metres away,in
the square,a bit of real Italy survives, with old men drinking aperatifs, and truck drivers stopping for an expresso. Riding the Vaporetta between the islands, and watching the cruise ships drift by, dwarfing the domes of Venice made up for the seamless commercialisation of the streets.
20 years ago Venice had a reason to be, there were offices, workers, ship brokers, insurance offices, secretaries, fat men in grey suits. Now there is nothing but snow globes; key rings, masks, and glass giraffes. No-one seems to live there anymore.
Hotel features (5 = best, 1 = worst):
Never, ever, go anywhere to eat that has 'Tourist Menu' written outside. They hate you for your uncultured ways and spit in the pasta...