Hotel le Nice Etoile
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Příjezd od: | 14:00 |
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Odjezd před: | 11:00 |
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Hotel le Nice Etoile
Centrally located, Hotel le Nice Etoile is just a 14-minute walk from the old town, Promenade des Anglais and the beaches. It is surrounded by restaurants and shops. Free Wi-Fi is available throughout the hotel.
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Cestující rodiny
UK
Komentář přidán: 30. 5. 2026
Ubytován/a od květen 2026
6 night stay with family
Stayed in a family room for six nights with wife and 12 year old son. The hotel is I. a perfect central location for exploring Nice and other places on the coast. 10 minutes walk to Nice centre train station (which we used for visiting Monaco and Villefrance). 10 minutes walk to the beachfront. 5 minutes walk from under ground tram line to the airport.
Clean room with a good shower. Room cleaned and sheets and towels changed every day. Very friendly helpful staff. Really enjoyed our visit.
Clean room with a good shower. Room cleaned and sheets and towels changed every day. Very friendly helpful staff. Really enjoyed our visit.
Individuální cestující
Komentář přidán: 23. 6. 2026
Ubytován/a od červen 2026
Hotel Nice Étoile
Hotel Nice Étoile
Four hundred euros. That is the price I had to pay for three nights, a late-season weekend, at this establishment whose name — Nice Étoile — promised a form of sparkle that reality would methodically disprove.
I arrived at three in the morning. The reception was closed, immersed in that administrative darkness typical of places that have given up all hospitality after a certain hour. I had to enter a code, as one does to access a technical room or an underground parking lot. My key card, I had been warned, was waiting for me in the room — whose door had been left ajar, in a negligence that was no longer even trust, simply indifference.
I inspected the bathroom, out of reflex, or perhaps due to that morbid curiosity that always drives us to measure the exact extent of our misfortune. In the sink remained remnants of shaving, those tiny bits of beard that the previous occupant had not deemed necessary to rinse away. In the toilet bowl, pubic hairs were still floating, organic testimonies of a previous presence. The flush had not been pulled, or poorly; the enamel was damp. Someone had used this space before me and had left it without ceremony, bequeathing me the residual intimacy of a stranger.
The shower was installed directly above the toilet — this configuration found in train cabins or used yachts, where every bodily function must be resolved in the same square meter. There was no door to the bathroom. As a hygiene product, except for toilet paper, a single dispenser, a push-push, indicated succinctly: hand wash.
The room, on the other hand, fit within the span of my arms: I could touch both walls simultaneously, palms open, like a man measuring his own cell. The bed, however, was impeccably made — a single bed, too small, whose perfect folds only highlighted its crampedness. There was something almost touching in this contrast: the care given to the unacceptable.
I spent the night shivering. Shivers that I could not entirely attribute to the temperature.
The next morning, the housekeeper arrived. She did not speak French very well, but she made an effort to explain to me, with patient pedagogy, that the hand soap also served for the body and acted as shampoo. A single substance for the entire subject — the face, the torso, the hair, as if the establishment had pushed the logic of rationalization to the limit, reducing the human to a single surface to be lathered.
I sent an email to the front desk to explain the situation. I was offered, as compensation, a breakfast worth eight euros on the house. I declined, specifying that it did not cover the damage — perhaps a bit formal for the circumstance, but I felt it was important to emphasize the disproportion.
In the evening, a dog guarded the entrance. In the hallways and stairs, whose carpet was not impeccably clean, there were stray hairs — human or canine, I did not seek to determine. All of this, of course, was in stark contrast to the photographs that had convinced me.
On the day of my departure, a receptionist welcomed me. Charming, pretty, in a black dress and sandals, she offered me a ten percent discount on my stay. I accepted. It would have been petty to refuse what she offered with such grace — and then, perhaps, I vaguely hoped that this appearance would redeem the rest.
She did not buy it back. I still have chills just thinking about that stay.
Four hundred euros. That is the price I had to pay for three nights, a late-season weekend, at this establishment whose name — Nice Étoile — promised a form of sparkle that reality would methodically disprove.
I arrived at three in the morning. The reception was closed, immersed in that administrative darkness typical of places that have given up all hospitality after a certain hour. I had to enter a code, as one does to access a technical room or an underground parking lot. My key card, I had been warned, was waiting for me in the room — whose door had been left ajar, in a negligence that was no longer even trust, simply indifference.
I inspected the bathroom, out of reflex, or perhaps due to that morbid curiosity that always drives us to measure the exact extent of our misfortune. In the sink remained remnants of shaving, those tiny bits of beard that the previous occupant had not deemed necessary to rinse away. In the toilet bowl, pubic hairs were still floating, organic testimonies of a previous presence. The flush had not been pulled, or poorly; the enamel was damp. Someone had used this space before me and had left it without ceremony, bequeathing me the residual intimacy of a stranger.
The shower was installed directly above the toilet — this configuration found in train cabins or used yachts, where every bodily function must be resolved in the same square meter. There was no door to the bathroom. As a hygiene product, except for toilet paper, a single dispenser, a push-push, indicated succinctly: hand wash.
The room, on the other hand, fit within the span of my arms: I could touch both walls simultaneously, palms open, like a man measuring his own cell. The bed, however, was impeccably made — a single bed, too small, whose perfect folds only highlighted its crampedness. There was something almost touching in this contrast: the care given to the unacceptable.
I spent the night shivering. Shivers that I could not entirely attribute to the temperature.
The next morning, the housekeeper arrived. She did not speak French very well, but she made an effort to explain to me, with patient pedagogy, that the hand soap also served for the body and acted as shampoo. A single substance for the entire subject — the face, the torso, the hair, as if the establishment had pushed the logic of rationalization to the limit, reducing the human to a single surface to be lathered.
I sent an email to the front desk to explain the situation. I was offered, as compensation, a breakfast worth eight euros on the house. I declined, specifying that it did not cover the damage — perhaps a bit formal for the circumstance, but I felt it was important to emphasize the disproportion.
In the evening, a dog guarded the entrance. In the hallways and stairs, whose carpet was not impeccably clean, there were stray hairs — human or canine, I did not seek to determine. All of this, of course, was in stark contrast to the photographs that had convinced me.
On the day of my departure, a receptionist welcomed me. Charming, pretty, in a black dress and sandals, she offered me a ten percent discount on my stay. I accepted. It would have been petty to refuse what she offered with such grace — and then, perhaps, I vaguely hoped that this appearance would redeem the rest.
She did not buy it back. I still have chills just thinking about that stay.
Individuální cestující
Komentář přidán: 8. 5. 2026
Ubytován/a od květen 2026
Catastrophic.
A disaster. Continental lunch is a lie. You are entitled to a pastry, coffee and orange juice. The room is veillote and leaves an impression of lack of cleanliness. Hotel not to recommend.
Cestující rodiny
Komentář přidán: 29. 10. 2025
Ubytován/a od říjen 2025
Impeccable hotel, friendly staff
We spent 4 great days in this hotel. The staff was really nice, always smiling and available. The room was clean, spacious, and the bathroom impeccable with a very convenient hairdryer available. This stay was a real pleasure, we highly recommend this property!
Anonymní cestovatel
Komentář přidán: 11. 10. 2025
Ubytován/a od říjen 2025
Hotel basic but clean as was the bedroom which had a comfy bed ( less so the pillows).
Very helpful polite staff: on check in quickly changing my room due the room safe not working.
Also let me leave case on checkout for collection later.
No breakfast to speak of: croissant and coffee. No lift.
Good for main tram link to the shops/airport and beach ( also walkable in 20 minutes)
Very helpful polite staff: on check in quickly changing my room due the room safe not working.
Also let me leave case on checkout for collection later.
No breakfast to speak of: croissant and coffee. No lift.
Good for main tram link to the shops/airport and beach ( also walkable in 20 minutes)
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14 Rue Biscarra, Nice, 06000, Francie|0,62 km z centra města
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Odjezd před:
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