

In a sanctuary adorned with unique archway entries, carved wood whispers secrets of the Ottoman bazaar. Hand-painted tiles flirt with shadows, while the bedroom cradles dreams of a Turkish bath and sauna—where luxury is but a gilded irony, for what is comfort but an elaborate mirage?
In a sanctuary adorned with unique archway entries, carved wood whispers secrets of the Ottoman bazaar. Hand-painted tiles flirt with shadows, while the bedroom cradles dreams of a Turkish bath and sauna—where luxury is but a gilded irony, for what is comfort but an elaborate mirage?