I spent three nights at Hotel San Marco, a few steps from St. Mark’s Square. I went in late April with my cousin, Lily. We had one suitcase each and way too many snacks. Classic us.
If you want the photo-heavy, day-by-day version, you can scroll through my extended review right here.
Here’s the thing: I picked it for the location. And you know what? That part was great.
Getting There Without Losing Your Cool
We got off the water bus at San Zaccaria. It was about a 6–7 minute walk. We crossed two small bridges, rolled our bags past a gelato stand, and slid into a thin alley. The hotel sign was small, so we almost missed it. Venice can feel like a maze, but this was fine once we knew the turns.
Tip: pack light. Those bridges don’t care about your arms.
Check-In: Quick, With a Friendly Smile
We checked in at around 3 p.m. Giulia at the desk was kind and fast. She took our passports, scanned them, and handed them right back. She gave us a map with a bold blue pen line to Rialto and to the nearest grocery. She also explained the city tax. We paid it at check-in. No surprise there, which I like.
The old key had a heavy brass tag. You leave it at the desk when you go out. It felt old-school, but also kind of fun.
Our Room: Tiny But Not Miserable
We had a double room in the side building. Not a canal view—just a narrow alley view where you see people’s shoes and hear rolling suitcases. The room was small. Two steps from the bed to the window, small. But it was clean.
What stood out:
- Bed: firm but comfy. Two flat pillows. I asked for an extra and got one.
- Outlets: two near the bed, one by the desk. We used a Type C adapter.
- A/C: worked well, but turned off if the window was open. The old wood shutters blocked a lot of light and some noise.
- Closet: short hanging space and a safe. No iron, but they sent one up when I asked.
- Smell: a light damp smell after it rained. Not awful, just Venice being Venice.
The bathroom was tiny. The shower had a curtain that liked to cling to my legs. Water pressure was strong, and the hot water held steady. There was a bidet, a wall hairdryer, and fluffy towels that dried fast. Small space, yes, but workable.
Noise: Let’s Be Honest
Venice sings. Bells from St. Mark’s chimed the hour. Tourists laughed late. In our room, it was fine until about 11 p.m., then it quieted down. Morning started early with cart wheels on stone. Earplugs helped on the first night. After that, we slept like rocks.
If you’re a light sleeper, ask for an inside room. Or bring earplugs and thank me later.
Breakfast: Simple, Crowded, Pretty Tasty
Breakfast ran 7:30–10:00. The small room filled up by 8:30. We grabbed a table near the window and did the usual hotel shuffle.
Food stuff:
- Fresh croissants and rolls (the croissants were still warm).
- Yogurt cups, cereal, fruit salad.
- Sliced ham and cheese.
- Scrambled eggs that tasted a little watery, but fine with salt.
- Coffee machine that pulled a solid cappuccino.
I’d call it a “get-you-going” breakfast. Nothing fancy. It did the job. If you have celiac, you’ll be okay with yogurt, fruit, and maybe eggs—but not a lot beyond that.
Wi-Fi and Work Things
The Wi-Fi worked well in our room and in the lobby. I did a quick speed check one night—around 25 Mbps. I watched a show on my iPad with no drama. Lily uploaded photos to her cloud while I FaceTimed home. No drops.
Back in the States, I had a similarly smooth connection at a charming B&B—The Dove Inn in Golden, CO—though everything else about that stay felt worlds apart.
One tiny quirk: the power slot needed the room key card. I left an old grocery card in the slot when we went out so my devices kept charging. Not fancy, but it worked.
Service: Small Team, Big Help
Staff here felt steady and kind. Giulia showed us how to reach the water bus for Murano.
The relaxed, almost spa-like vibe reminded me of the mellow welcome I received at The Richardson Hotel in Perth, if you’re curious about how service compares across continents.
Marco (yes, Marco at San Marco) circled a quiet mask shop on our map. When it poured, the front desk handed us two umbrellas and said, “You’ll be fine.” And we were.
On checkout day, they held our bags for five hours. No fuss. That let us sip a final coffee in the square and watch the pigeons plot their next move.
If you like cross-checking opinions, you can browse a stack of candid traveler impressions on Tripadvisor’s Hotel San Marco page to see how my experience lines up with everyone else’s.
The Location: You Can’t Beat It
You’re a minute from St. Mark’s Square. We stepped out early at 7:15 one morning. No crowds. Just soft light, damp stone, and a hush that felt almost holy. Then, by 10 a.m., boom—waves of people. Wild how fast it flips.
Shops, gelato, and a small market are close. So is the vaporetto. For a short stay, this spot makes life easy.
The Not-So-Great Stuff
- Space is tight. If you need room to stretch, this isn’t your match.
- Noise happens. It’s a busy area, so bring earplugs.
- The shower curtain is clingy. I wished for a door.
- The elevator is tiny. Two people and a bag, max. Stairs are narrow, too.
- Some light damp smell after rain. Keep the bathroom fan running.
A Real Moment That Sold Me
On our second night, we came back late. Our feet hurt. I bought a little lemon soda from a corner shop. We sat on the bed, windows open a crack. The bells rang. We heard a couple laugh below us, then the sound drifted off. I don’t know—something about that felt like Venice in a jar. Small room, big feeling.
Money Talk
We paid about 180 euros per night for a standard double. Prices shift with the season. There’s also a city tax per person, per night. They told us up front. No surprise fees at checkout.
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Tips If You Book Here
- Pack light. Those bridges don’t joke.
- Ask for a quiet room facing the inside if you’re a light sleeper.
- Bring a Type C power adapter and a tiny power strip if you have gadgets.
- If rain’s coming, toss in a pair of light boots. Streets can get wet fast.
- Eat early or late to avoid the breakfast rush.
- Leave the heavy key at the desk. It’s easier.
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So, Would I Stay Again?
Yes—if I want a short, easy visit right by St. Mark’s. The hotel is simple, tidy, and friendly. Not luxury. Not huge. But it puts you where you want to be.
If you need lots of space, a big modern bathroom, or absolute silence, you’ll be happier elsewhere. For a sleek design-forward option with roomier layouts, you might look at The Hotel Modern, which caters to travelers who prioritize space and contemporary comforts.
But if your plan is to be out all day, wander, eat, and crash in a clean bed close to the action? Hotel San Marco works. It