Hotel Mercure Rouen Centre Champ de Mars

In the dimly lit corridors of Hotel Mercure Rouen Centre Champ de Mars, the echoes of revolution linger like the bitter scent of damp stones, as disembodied whispers weave through the shadows, each syllable a taunt from the past. Nightly, unseen feet tread softly on the creaking floorboards, trailing the faint, hallowed gasp of lives long extinguished, while fleeting shadows flicker just beyond the corner of your eye, hinting at an audience that will never truly fade. Here, the veil between the living and the lost wears thin, and guests often find their restless slumber disturbed by the chilling certainty that they are not alone-never alone.