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.
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.