Imagine, if you will, Charlotte Brontë tidying up the Marquis De Sade's atelier with a steam punk duster and you have Merkley's place. If you can't make that cerebral leap then the pictures on his listing will also give you a fair idea. A veritable explosion of eclectic paraphernalia assails the senses oh and it's also in a respectable area Maureen. I've been charged good money to take guided tours around stately homes and not been as fascinated by the experience although Versailles and Hampton Court had better gardens. Merkley's place doesn't have a garden. It's on the second floor. To top it all off Merkley provides a fridge full to brimming with epicurean delights, more food than you can shake a shitty stick at and 'here's the kicker' (my lame english attempt at trying to be american, apologies) beer to wash it down with. The legend that is Merkley is a blue print for top drawer hosting. VISIT. You won't regret it. You'll never forget it.