I was luckier than Jan. The people at Arthouse did book me in the system. But my luck stopped there. The first shock was right in front of the door of the flat. There was a terrible smell all over the cramped hallway, as if a sheep with excessively long and outrageously wet wool had died there several months ago. I tried everything to get rid of the stink, but soon I discovered that only holding my breath while locking the door and then running as fast as possible to the exit could keep me alive. Second shock when I entered the apartment. Extremely small and sparsely furnished. So sparsely that there was only ONE pillow, although they knew there will be two people in the flat and I am most generous in calling that rag with a handfull of cotton stuck in it pillow. Our solution: I had to sleep on a reasonably dirty cushion snatched from the only armchair in the apartment, after carefully wrapping it in a towel. Third shock when I sit on the bed, which immediately let go, crushing down to the floor. However, thanks to my extensive DYI experience, I was able to somehow fix it. I am proud of my carpenter skills, although I had to sleep really, really motionless. Fourth shock there was nothing in the kitchen. And I am not talking about sugar, salt, coffee or oil although I both found and left behind tons of those in every self catering flat I rented throughout Europe. I am talking about dish washing liquid and sponges, I am talking about knives!!! There was only one dull knife with a 4 cm blade. Good thing Solingen is quite close! And fifth and final shock it took Arthouse Apartments more than 5 weeks to return my 50 euro deposit and, of course, they gave back only 48 euros 2 euros banking commission. In conclusion, I ABSOLUTELY do not recommend Arthouse apartments, unless the alternative is sleeping in front of the Dom. Although even that would be a nicer option, if you get your hands on a couple of Kolsch beers. read more