Previous reviews don’t do this place sufficient justice. It is the complete antithesis of the sterile uniformity found in a hotel chain, not so much somewhere to lay your head for the night as somewhere to fill your head with a phantasmagoria of stimulation through all the senses. Although small and compact it’s a bit like the Tardis – the interior contains a disproportionate volume of stuff.
The accommodation is a museum of eclectic and personal ephemera. There is a wonderful atmosphere that exudes different influences, intimate and idiosyncratic with hints of burlesque and a Gallic whiff evident in some of the signage and erratic juxtaposition of things draped everywhere. It’s crammed with curios and curiosity, and laced with intrigue. The temptation to stay and peruse Amanda’s unique display of artefacts was almost overwhelming and provided on-going delight as one browsed her beguiling abundance of trinkets and ornaments.
This is not for the timid or faint-hearted. It’s the interior equivalent of a drag act in full voice! The atmosphere is scented with a tinge of risqué and a liberal sprinkling of nostalgia, so If you like your stay to ooze theatre, art and character then look no further.