(Supertramp) Travelodge, St Swithins Lane, City of London.
I can recall a time, back in the eighties, when there was just a single hotel – The Great Eastern – within the square mile of the City of London. These days there are dozens, from chic boutique hotels – occupying former bank buildings – to cheaper chains squeezed into the tiniest of spaces.
This Travelodge is one of the latter, shoe-horned into St Swithins Lane, one of the City’s narrower thoroughfares, between Bank and Cannon Street.
It sits back from the street (there are no ‘roads’ in the City), in the tiniest of courtyards.
Check in was swift, and I was given my key card, instructions on how to access the hotel late at night, and directions to my room. 414 on the 4th floor.
It was when I entered the room that I remembered that I’d booked a single room.
Despite the keycard’s promise of ‘king size comfort’, my room was barely nine feet wide, with a gabled ceiling that made the room feel even smaller. That said, it was clean and well maintained, with TV, desk, kettle and well equipped shower room.
The four foot bed, dominated the room, but was comfortable, there was no view to speak of.
I returned late in the evening, used my keycard to access the hotel and my room, and slept well.
Next morning I left my bag with reception through the day, picking it up early afternoon, no problem.
So, all in all, no reason to complain, but no ‘king size comfort’.