This property was once impressive but has clearly fallen on hard times. The setting, furniture, and fittings remain beautiful, but service and upkeep are sorely lacking.
To start, there is no luggage service. Guests are left to haul their own suitcases across a gravel path and up 10–20 uneven steps. When I struggled with mine, “Big George” simply walked past and told me so—without offering help. Staffing is minimal: only Alex and George, who appear briefly at check-in and breakfast.
The common areas and bar are attractive, yet entirely unattended. The restaurant opens only by prior appointment, which strips away any sense of convenience.
The rooms are worse. Mine was filthy, with cobwebs hanging from the nightstand and under the wardrobe. I made the mistake of looking beneath the bed, where thick layers of dust and webs suggested no one had cleaned for months. Several power outlets were non-functioning, with some even dangling dangerously from the wall. Lighting was equally neglected—fixtures with two sockets held only a single bulb.
This could be a wonderful place to stay if management invested in cleanliness, safety, and proper staffing. Until then, the charm of the setting is overshadowed by neglect.