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Perfectly poised in the heart of Funchal, Caju seems at first to embody the promise of a modern, boutique four-star stay. Its location is prime, the interior design sharp and original, and the rooms dressed with a creative eye that photographs beautifully. The bedding is plush, the comfort undeniable, and the hotel proves quick to arrange airport transfers with commendable efficiency.
Yet beneath the surface gloss lies a dissonance impossible to ignore. The soundproofing is virtually nonexistent: conversations and movements from adjoining spaces pierce through the night, eroding any sense of privacy.
Breakfast, while flavorful and well-curated, falters under the weight of its service. Staff members often appear cold, even dismissive, their interactions mechanical and hurried. The atmosphere in the dining room veers toward the chaotic, with music set too loud and staff calling across the room to one another, shattering the illusion of refinement.
And then, the fatal flaw: the bathrooms. Our shower’s seal was so poorly fitted that water spilled freely into the bedroom, a problem echoed in prior guest reviews. When reported, the response was not apology but evasion, a vague assurance that the issue had been “fixed,” a claim undermined by the evident state of the shower joints. The experience left us with the impression not of hospitality but of contempt, as if guests were expected to accept the pretense without question.
For a property wearing the mantle of four stars, such negligence is not just disappointing, it is unacceptable. Caju dazzles on Instagram, but in reality, it delivers the uneasy sense of being taken for a fool. A shame, because with its design, its beds, and its location, it could have been extraordinary.