This Villa is accessed by a double funicular trip up the hill in Clifton and somehow those 2 funiculars felt like 2 mini-time machines.
You can almost hear Julio Iglesias echoing as you walk into the house, marble and wood everywhere, it feels rich and inviting. I have always had a bit of a thing for marble floors and bathrooms, they remind me of a time of cool, a time of yellow sun visors and high leg tan lines accented by anything gold and Dior, white wine spritzers, red nails and tanned bodies sporting Kappa T-Shirts. Its so quiet up there, but somehow you can still hear the ocean crashing against the shore somewhere.
