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My first encounter with the hotel in the grain shop on the edge of the Mannheim harbour landscape was on a cloudy wet day. Such days you want to spend at home in a cuddly bed or on a sofa. And on such days, port landscapes look like grayly foggy props of an Edgar Wallace Crimea from the early sixties. Yes! It's a little stupid. The senses dance pirates. My eyes catch this “Golden Coast Romantic”, my thoughts run along the beach and the counter becomes a surfboard on a wave of breathlessness. Large windows give the view free of a lot of promenade and sea. A me(e)hr from Rhine with a colorful touch Ludwigshafen. In the cereal business, the hotel is charmingly decorated with the bar shop 7 and...