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"Manager Kadi took care of us very well, especially looking after our special request for halal food. On our day of departure he was even kind enough to drop us off at a halal restaurant for lunch on the way to the train station in his personal vehicle. The room was very spacious and all the staff were very kind and helpful. The Thai spa is a must try!"

"The breakfast was great. There is a neighborhood cat that comes over at breakfast and it’s very cute. The staffs are very personal. It’s like living at a friend’s home. The sea view was amazing from the room. I could see the beautiful sunrise and sunset over Erhai everyday! The area is very clean and quiet but it is a little far from the tourist spots like ancient towns. "

"Wonderful hotel in the heart of Dali Old Town. Exceptional service throughout our stay. "

"If Dali’s romance is a poem woven by the Cangshan Mountains, Erhai Lake, and the ancient town’s lingering charm, this boutique hotel is the most heart-fluttering stanza within its verses. From the moment you pass through its wrought-iron gate adorned with French floral motifs, you embark on an immersive journey across geographical aesthetics. Nestled steps away from Dali Old Town yet blissfully removed from main-street bustle, the property strikes a golden balance for travelers. Wake to mist-draped mountain vistas through your window at dawn, then stroll five minutes at twilight to melt into the ancient town’s lantern-lit enchantment. Every corner whispers tales of meticulous design—stucco-carved dome ceilings, gilt-framed mirrors, and velvet sofas sketching Parisian Left Bank elegance, while hand-hammered gold-leaf washbasins hold pristine mountain spring water. Ethnic-patterned copper tumblers glimmer in morning light, blurring the lines between Provence and Yunnan’s rainbow-clouded lands. Whether surrendering to vinyl melodies drifting from the lobby gramophone by day or surrendering to pulsating basslines by night, each moment kindles emotion. Salvatore Ferragamo toiletries pamper the senses, 400-thread-count linens cradle like weightless clouds, and even the discreet hum of a Dyson hair dryer whispers luxury—a symphony of boutique hospitality indulgences. Here, where architectural poetry, indigenous culture, and sublime comfort coexist in perfect harmony, who could resis"