I always stay in the most old / decrepit / authentic places I can find, and I'm glad I did San Va -- but I wouldn't do it again. Those infamous paper-thin walls not reaching the ceiling let in so much noise I was 'enjoying' my own surreal radio theater play all night long. To my left, three demimonde femmes played dice and phoned various men; to my right, the mainland guy bleated like a goat to block them out, and later snored like an helicopter. A rich Italian couple moved in across the hallway for a fling like Anouk Aimee and Marcello Mastroianni in the beginning of La Dolce Vita (enough said).