Unfulfilled expectations
Arriving at the St James and the encounter I had with the elderly desk clerk should have been a warning. Apparently there are two imaginary lines where you are supposed to stand - one in order to check in on a pre-paid visit; the other a key drop off and colection line and as well there's an imaginary place to leave your bags; And find your own way to the unsigned lifts. Next you arrive at your room. The linen looks tired and well used. The snoring can be heard from the adjoining apartment. Memo to self always keep your shoes on, the carpet looks ancient. By the way don't ask questions about the sign in form, apparently no one does. The location is good, but strongly recommend look somewhere else