This felt like a unique place to stay, but I imagine there are quite a number of places like it in that very old section of Cordova, which still echo elements of the Roman, Moorish, late Medieval, and Renaissance. I made the mistake of trying to walk there from the train station at 22:00 with 3 pieces of luggage, got hot & sweaty in the humidity, over cobblestone streets worn smooth by perhaps a 1,000years. There were no street signs until I reached the ancient enclave, and I am notoriously bad at following the directions on the phone by myself at night with my hands full. If you try it, make sure you go through the old stone archway that looks like it’s part of the Alcazar. Don’t try to go around like I did. By the time I finally found the place early in the morning, it may as well have been Medieval times. Narrow, labyrinthine, dark cobblestone streets, hedged by white stucco walls, yellow trim, above age worn brick and stone. So, the habitation felt keenly romantic, as if I were transported… alas, the next day I discovered, for better or worse, that Belmonte Street is actually the main thoroughfare for throngs of tourists!
The staff answered my message in the wee hours of morning, and let me know that the code for the outside (in an alley) also works on the door, which I didn’t get because the numbers are invisible; it’s just black smooth plastic until you tap or press your finger prints on it. There’s no staff, but the room is immaculate with modern conveniences, like