Highly praise the Royal Marriott Bristol

I was too tired from walking on the street, so I booked a random restaurant and was amazed by it. It is totally different from the average Marriott hotels that are very old in Europe. It is a chill classical enclosed building with courtyards and garden views, full of old money style. The hotel has a strong artistic atmosphere with oil paintings, fountain pen (fountain pen) paintings, fine brush paintings, and sculptures everywhere. The handsome men and beautiful women at the front desk are very pleasing to the eye. I didn't even feel much during the day. The most amazing thing was that I slept until 11 o'clock in the evening, went downstairs wrapped in a worn down jacket to get my Japanese takeaway, and got lost in the building (and was severely reprimanded by the delivery guy). The guests downstairs were walking around the castle-like hall of the hotel, some were looking at paintings, some were playing the piano, some were drinking in the club, and some were enjoying dinner in the steak house. How to describe that moment? It might be like accidentally walking into the Tang Dynasty dinner party in "The Legend of the Demon Cat". Maybe it’s because Bristol is a white city, which brings a strong retro feeling and is not out of place.