This was the Renewed Room.
I didn’t have a Renewed Room. I remember the bed sagged so much the springs had dug half an inch into the floor. A Holiday Inn this was not, by any means.
We could fond business, and all the other interssant places. Which we did, that night - we walked through Monmatre, looking in the cafes one of which I swear to God had someone playing the accordion. No striped shirt and beret, though.