Imagine the smell of smoke masked by horrible insense and perfume. That's what you will get at Alla Dolce Vite. The sweet life it is not!
An innkeeper put me up here because he had no more rooms at his inns. The room was big, but I couldn't get over the smell. There was a layer of dust/ash on the dark furniture. Couldn't wait to get out of there! The furniture is mismatched and I wondered what decade the bedding was acquired. The top blanket seemed to be from the 70s or earlier. I felt dirty after spending a ngiht there.
The rooms are in an office building and I didn't feel entirely safe. However, the neighborhood is fabulous. "Breakfast" consisted of some stale Twinkies and other sad-looking pre-packaged items. I also wondered how long they had been there. There was no internet and obviously no other ammenities.