In that case I vote for the hostel I stayed in on my first visit to Prague, the
Vesna (Spring, as in the season), and the
Aurora opposite Rīga station, where the trams rattled the windows as well.
Hostels aren't known for their well-appointed rooms, and you couldn't so much see the trains as
hear them and the station announcements in Czech, but they served their purpose in my broke student interrail backpacking days, especially because I could roll out of them early in the morning and just throw on something over my pyjama shirt to get on the move.
They were one step up from sleeping on the train itself, which was never actually that comfortable for me (unless I just conked out from sheer exhaustion) as I'm definitely the Princess and the Pea when it comes to sleeping arrangements. Everything has to be
just so.
In Windsor tonight myself and the sound of the late night trains at the station next door is drowned out by music

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