As genuinely tempted as we might be to keep this otherworldly gem a well-kept secret amongst only the most well-heeled travelers — that wouldn’t be polite to the delightful hosts of this urban retreat — who are themselves as much a highlight of the experience as the accommodations, which are bordering on the truly indescribable… there really aren’t enough superlatives to accurately reflect our experience here… so enamored were we of the place, its views, the experience — that we offered to extend the stay, to which our wonderful hosts graciously accepted immediately.
Amazing communication, an immaculate, well-kept and lovingly curated space which fully deserves its titular description of Temple House. If I say anything more, there’d be spoilers, Darling, and we can’t have that, now, can we?
As both a reverential observation and forewarning to the prospective traveler — if the description of the hosts as professional musicians (very true) perhaps conjures images of a high tech, fast-paced, contemporary rock & roll party pad — that would be a misapprehension most unfortunate, indeed.
The vibe is, instead, contemplative, warming, sparse and yet comforting and familiar, and incredibly spacious without feeling ostentatious or overwrought in any way whatsoever. All of the craftsman touches are lovingly implemented, the views are deliberate and intentional, and there’s not a single video device on the property, at least - that’s visible, and while there’s the obligatory wi-fi, and all the mod-cons in a beautifully appointed kitchen — there’s no microwave, gently reminding the visitor that the body, too, is a temple. Well done, indeed.
I’ll be back at the earliest opportunity — provided my review doesn’t present a problem of unavailable future bookings. C’est la vis, it seems. Such is the well-paid price of honesty.