Hotel Miduo Taipei Songshan
旅居文旅-台北松山機場館 is located in 新北 at No. 485, Songjiang Rd., Zhongshan Dist., Taipei City 104054. The property provides guests with free WiFi, an elevator, and air conditioning to facilitate a practical stay.
Hotel Info
- Address 104054台灣臺北市中山區行政里松江路485號
- Phone +886 2 2502 5000
- Rating · Source: Google ↗
- Website
FAQ
Does the hotel provide internet access?
Yes, the hotel offers free WiFi.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 免費WiFi
Is there an elevator available at the property?
Yes, the hotel is equipped with an elevator.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 電梯
Are the rooms air-conditioned?
Yes, the hotel provides air conditioning.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 空調
Where is the hotel located?
The hotel is located at No. 485, Songjiang Rd., Zhongshan Dist., Taipei City 104054, Taiwan.
Source：飯店設施資訊(OTA) | 104054台灣臺北市中山區行政里松江路485號
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