Hotel Orientale

I think I've mentioned that I arrived in Palermo , the capital of Sicily, on a flight from Tunisia. It was a pretty split decision of mine: Tunisia's over, I'm going to Sicily! So, within one hour I passed from the white and blue of Tunisia to the baroque of Sicily. Weird, but fascinating. Everything had been so fast that I had not had a chance to book a hostel. The only information we had was from the internet: there was an 'albergo' near Stazione Centrale that was supposedly pretty good. I had to look up the address twice: I could not believe that this huge 17th-century palace in abslute shambles hid a somewhat
decent hostel.