We checked in at the Condotti late in the afternoon. The front desk clerk advised us that our rooms were not located in the same building as the front desk and reception area; we would be housed in one of their other properties a “short distance” away. The hotel porter loaded up our luggage onto a cart; it wasn’t big enough to hold all of the luggage, so my son-in-law and I wheeled our own suitcases and hand bags out of the hotel and followed the porter down the cobblestone street, followed by our wives with our 10-month-old grandson. After walking about a quarter of a mile down two narrow old streets, back onto a busy street, we came to a nondescript 3-story building with a coded lock. We had to wait a minute or two until the hotel sent me a text message with the codes to unlock the front door of the building, as well as codes to our room doors. Once we got inside, the porter directed us to the elevator. It was big enough to hold one person and a suitcase. It took four or five trips to move all the people and their luggage to the rooms upstairs. Once we got in, we discovered two small rooms, painted gray, with windows facing the noisy street. The porter took great pains to point out the “free minibar” in the room: a small refrigerator with a can of Coke, two bottles of water and some orange juice. We had earlier requested a crib for my grandson; they supplied one room with a small rollaway bed. My daughter used pillows and one suitcase to keep her son from rolling off.