From the first moment that I put my hand on the door handle, I had a feeling that this was a special place. It truly was like entering into private mansion with eccentric owners.
The building looks as if it had been renovated a couple of years back, but the restoration was not intrusive - the old character of the building had been respected and exuded a welcoming air of tranquillity - and of an individualism hard to find these days in most places offering accommodation.
Presided over by the jovial, erudite Jorge who seemed to be a sort of cross between Brian Blessed and Captain Pugwash, the reception area led onto a corridor that was decorated, or rather populated, by old cabinets, paintings bookcases, etc. with little nooks for seating areas and the breakfast area.
Ascending the wooden staircase to our room, a very romantic attic with wonderful views and a huge bathroom, were yet more knick-knacks, books, statues, paintings, clocks, copper pans... I coud... More