The Localhost Suite
Quiet, entirely yours, and nobody else can reach it. Its own entrance off the garden, and no shared walls.
A small place with a courtyard for breakfast and a street that goes quiet after nine. Tell us your dates and we answer the same day.
Four of them, each one different. That is the whole point of a small hotel.
Quiet, entirely yours, and nobody else can reach it. Its own entrance off the garden, and no shared walls.
It is on the third floor. Housekeeping has looked twice and cannot find it. Book it and we will keep looking.
Cleared last week, so there is nothing left in it. Fresh linen, empty shelves, no trace of anyone before you.
Top floor, front. Everything worth seeing is visible before you scroll. Two windows onto the square.
Before the dates and the email address, most people want to see the stairs and the light.
Tell us when, how many of you, and which room caught your eye. We answer the same day.
It landed in a real inbox. The hotel is not real, so what comes back is an email from us rather than a room.
Sign up once and we email you a card link to keep on your phone. At a real hotel you would show it at the desk. There is no desk here and nothing to claim, but the signup is the real thing. This is the members list a client keeps.
If the address is new to us, your card link is on the way. If it was already on the list, we sent a fresh one and the old link stopped working. Either way there is nothing else to do.