Hotel Feichter , Hotel Feichter O.H.G.

I still haven’t figured out why the front desk /​breakfast guy though I was so funny. (Those of you who know me, please hold your tongues). Chuckled through check-​in, chuckled at each morning «cappuccino decaffinato» order… maybe it’s the decaf thing.
The room was comfortable, and the two chairs on the shared hallway/​porch made for nice sunset-​watching. Window looked to be a double-​swing set-​up — handle down to lock, horizontal to open completely, and up to tilt in at the top. (We didn’t figure that out until later, only used the tilt-​in function). Only one window made ventilation a little challenging on hot days — opening the door for a cross-​breeze helped.
Breakfast was full of similar-​but-​distinct croissant-​like things — I think I’ve now figured out which ones have cream, or chocolate, or jam, or no filling… but I’m not sure.
Feichter made a nice unassuming and casual base (they’re happy to stash your bags for a few hours between check-​out and your train); in return, they certainly seemed to get a kick out of me.