Only a few minutes from the suggesting Vatican City and its wonders, Carlo, Sabrina and Adriano will accommodate you with courtesy and kindness in their comfortable penthouse for an unforgettable roman journey. The closeness to the subway (A Line Battistini Stop), the train station of Gemelli and the bus terminal of Cornelia makes the Adry B&B a strategic starting point from which discover and enjoy one of the most beautiful cities in the world.
We are looking forward to welcoming you in our wonderful attic with its ventilated terrace and bright atmosphere, particularly sparkling between April and October due to the awesome weather of the eternal city!
A special attention is given to the first (and most important) meal of the day with milk, Italian coffee, tea, fruit juices, biscuits, cakes and a lot more… In spring and summer the breakfast is served and enjoyed on our beautiful terrace.
Children are welcome in our B&B! We make available:
- Camp bed
- Changing table
- Stroller and child pack
- Complete assistance for satisfying every need of our little guests!
Where We Are
Adry B&B is at the fourth floor of a building with elevator in Via Mattia Battistini.
Places of interest easily reachable from Adry B&B:
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The Ethernal City
Rome, Italy, is an example of what happens when the buildings in a city last too long.
My farewell to Rome was heralded in a particularly solemn manner: for three consecutive nights a full moon stood in a cloudless sky, diffusing its magic over the immense city, and more than ever before, I felt myself transported into another simpler and greater world. At the end of each day, spent in distractions mingled with sadness, I took a walk with a few friends, and on one evening I went out quite alone. After having wandered along the Corso - perhaps for the last time - I walked up to the Capitol, which rose like an enchanted palace in the desert. The statue of Marcus Aurelius reminded me of the Commendatore in Don Giovanni, for it seemed to be intimating to the wanderer that he was venturing upon something unusual. Nevertheless I walked down by the stairs at the back. There I was suddenly confronted by the dark triumphal arch of Septimius Severus, which cast a still darker shadow. In the solitude of the Via Sacra the well-known objects seemed alien and ghost-like. But when I approached the grand ruins of the Colosseum and looked through the gate into the interior, I must frankly confess that a shudder ran through me, and I quickly returned home.