Colm Fahy
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Well who knew....a somewhat Irish hotel in Georgetown...actually there is a small fountain in the breakfast courtyard and I'm quite certain the slate tiles come from and old Irish cottage...could I be wrong.?
Look this is one of those wonderfully kept old wooden mansions of a bygone era...good riddance to that era for many (most) but, thankfully, something positive was left.
Among the mesmeric scatterings of ruined and reformed wooden buildings that give Georgetown a charm exuding the new world and the old, there are emerging a growing number of wonderfully restored wood buildings revealing their rich colours and incredible craftsmanship. Cara lodge has been a pioneer in leading that charge it seems.
So you don't come here for the sharp opulence and predictable cloakiness of Marriott or the like...this is for people who dream of bumping into emperors like Henri Christophe of Haiti, or Karen Blixen, or god Knows lonely writers chasing their opus. The finely manicured hardwood interiors whispers tales and intrigues, the balconies wind their way under shuttered windows that keep the secrets of lovers long parted....there is a stillness in the night, the click of crickets, the soft whistle of the balmy night air winds the opes and spirals with ceiling fans...drawing the soul into a sweet slumber.
Oh, I love this place. Did you guess? Don't fault the staff who slide around, ghostlike at times, non chalante at others, they are the children of this dreamlike land.....as forthright, as present and as absent as the season of rains. Let them be. Here, you, just be.