Old Winter Palace Hotel, Luxor
The Winter Palace Hotel, a 5-star hotel located on the banks of the River Nile in Luxor, Egypt, just south of Luxor Temple, was built in 1886. There are 86 rooms and 6 suites.
In 1975 the complex was extended with the construction of the New Winter Palace. The addition classed as a 3-star hotel, was joined by corridors to the original. It was demolished in 2008. In 1996, the Pavilion, a 4-star annex with 116 rooms, was built in the rear of the garden of the Winter, close to the swimming pool. The Pavilion share many amenities with the Palace, including the gardens, pools, tennis courts, terraces and restaurants.
The hotel is owned by the Egyptian General Company for Tourism & Hotels ("EGOTH") of Egypt and managed by Accor, a French Hotel company, where it is part of the prime division Sofitel.
The Hotel is featured on the exclusive Palace Hotels of the World.
The Palace has 5 restaurants: the 1886 Restaurant (French cuisine) and la Corniche Restaurant (international cuisine), both located in the Palace, the Bougainvilliers (international cuisine) in the Pavilion, the Palmetto (Italian cuisine and snacks) and the El Tarboush (Egyptian cuisine) in the garden close to the swimming pool.
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