Floral Hotel·Ancient City Hotel (Datong Ancient City Huayan Temple Branch)

Floral Hotel· Ancient City Hotel is located adjacent to the ancient city of Datong, and is adjacent to more than ten thousand year old historical sites such as Huayan Temple, Shanhua Temple, Jiulongbi Temple, Prince Dai's Mansion, Datong Confucian Temple, and Guandi Temple. Most of them can be reached within walking distance - truly laying out the scroll of thousand year history under your window and between your steps.

Space is a painting that intertwines ancient and modern times. In the open public area, the tea tables imbued with Eastern Zen and the lush greenery filled with a sense of breathing face each other peacefully. The quaint wooden tables and chairs, along with the modern urban memory wall, outline a tolerant silhouette. Every corner sends out a quiet invitation, allowing the trivialities of the journey to quietly dissolve into this painting that combines traditional charm with modern comfort.

A dwelling is a warm place to return to, and also a sandalwood box anchored in the corner of time, collecting the morning, dusk, and breath of the ancient city. The guest rooms offer different travel narratives based on the elegant tones of warm brown and light white: you can enjoy private audio and video on your mobile friend's machine in "meditation", and enjoy tea and conversation on the new Chinese style leisure bed in "Zen Joy"; You can also choose "Fan Ying", "Yun Gang", and "He Song" to enjoy a flowing ancient city painting in the bathtub or by the viewing window. Details such as smart bathrooms, thermostatic showerheads, and skin friendly bedding allow this sense of relaxation to sink into every moment of daily life.

Time sinks and stretches here, becoming a form for dwelling. The light and shadow of the green plant area and the whispers of the book pages, as well as a plate of snacks gifted by the earth, give leisure a definite taste; Glancing over the window lattice, the serene eaves and corners of Huayan Temple merge with the gentle lights of the ancient city at the end of the line of sight, frozen in an eternal twilight. Those clear laughter or profound solitude are carefully enveloped by the mellow aroma at the beginning of this day and the appropriateness upon arrival. All moments settle into a part of space - ultimately, all the faint light will settle down, condensing into a narrative poem that belongs only to you and carries the warmth of the ancient city on the muddy wall of memory.