Great introduction to the city. I had the hotel address. But GPS doesn't work brilliantly in the built up environment with narrow streets.
I took several wrong paths and eventually had to navigate to my place by finding number 11 on the street and back tracking to what must be the door for number 7 but it has nothing posted on it, no number nothing, but there is a push button that looks like it might be a doorbell. Pushed it and a guy opened the door after a while.
Turns out this *is* my place (booked through Hotels.com) and I am walked down to number 5 one door down. He reaches through the window and pops the latch opening the door. He's a nice enough fella, but the place is pretty poor. I didn't take any photos of it, but it was a spooky shrine to the favoured son of the family who had a lot of medals for Judo. His medals were there in a frame, so were his baby photos, prom photos and various other memorabelia. The place had a kitchen and loo, but it reminded me of sofa surfing at the house of an unemployed friend rather than staying in a professional rental accomodation. But it was in the heart of the old city in one of the historic buildings in a quant street. So it's all good, let's roll with it. The picture is of the street next to the one I was staying on. Mine had less flowers and less door numbers but was otherwise identical.