Naturally, I read many of Siria's reviews before choosing and agree with all the positive things that happy guests have written. But for me, creating another similar review would have felt inappropriate since it would not really convey my experience. Rather, I pose this unusual question:
'Is it possible to fall in love with someone you haven't met, but have lived briefly in their personal space?'
For starters, there is cleverness. It is as if Siria had eons to collect all wishes of guests regarding imagined conveniences and incorporated them into her place. Things like lights and light switches and outlets and umbrellas and tissues and tv remote caddy and storage and instructions and ..... you get the idea, the apartment (and I will guess the host) is clearly super sophisticated.
But that could also describe a well-organised operating room, and my point is not cold sterility.
There is also a passionate beauty in the choices made in the decorating and furnishing and even the construction of this enchanting space. And this visual feast is found in about every room and in every direction one's glance might be cast Layered tapestries of sumptuous textures and hues in rich harmony, whimsical decorations (like the fish that seem to come alive at night) and stunning design (such as how and when brick changes to tile, and tile to shiplap, and back to brick.
And the choices in well, everything (the angle of the blades of the butter knives, the placement of the toaster, the choices in treats, the random-entry knife holder) made it a treat every moment to be inside Siria's place.
At this point I think you know my answer to the question.