A turret room, 505. Which may have been an upgrade from the booking, but either way the hotel was full. Directly across the road from Central Station, and I mean about 10m, but no noise from the station. The same was not true of Newcastle's vibrant nightlife - the hotel provided ear plugs by default. It didnt bother me anyway. Good shower, great free wifi. Full English contributed to my expanding waistline, but coffee took a time. I would be happy to go back. I might even pay.
It was the longest day in a Northern city, so I went for a late walk and reminded myself of its strikingly grand architecture. Pubs seem to be transitioning into clubs, and the Bigg market looks like it is heading downhill (which of course it literally does). High Bridge seems to be losing shops for restaurants and hotels. Wish I had more time to explore.
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