Our experience with Hotel La Reine excelled in ruining our holiday experience, never have we been more impressed with the way a hotel can mess up almost everything so flawlessly. Overall I would say that hanging an ironing board/ George Foreman grill off level next to a reflective, man-sized safe was not the brightest idea but certainly on par for Hotel La Diar-reine. Furthermore whoever put a levitating bird bath next to an oversized, toothbrush holder definitely needs a wash as they are about as cleanly as bag of used condoms. The face towels must've been made for Eddie Hall or Thor Bjornsson and the bidet was near enough a drinking fountain, outstanding awful decor, perfect for a 3-star skid mark of sub-human accommodation. Pros? The dog washing cubicle with the built in pressure washer was amazing at ripping the skin off my eyelids which is just ideal as I can't stand looking at this beautifully, disgusting state of an establishment any longer. The phone in the washroom was persistently overheating and extremely loud so I could barely hear the sound of roommate swearing at the microwave for locking our cheese and ham croissants, don't even know if they're still cooking but oh well, at least the fire alarm works so it's not all doom and gloom. On the upside, the eco-fridge was rather ingenious, using the exceptionally poor windows to allow for anything within a close proximity to look like it's in a Coors Light advert. Truly awe-inspiring.