Not a hotel, but a house that has chosen to open its doors. Every detail is designed so that you feel awaited.

It was the first house I fell in love with in Lucca — a love that was immediate, silent, inevitable. Here I built my life, here my daughters grew up, here I passed through moments that changed me.
Today this house welcomes those who travel with the same gaze with which I loved it: seeking not just a bed, but a place to feel at home even when away from home.
It is a building from 1967, just a short walk from the historic centre and Porta Sant'Anna, in Piazzale Verdi. You enter through a little gate before the front door; once inside, a small balcony overlooks the trees — the first breath of this house.
The dedication you don't see but feel: fresh sheets, details in the right place, a welcome tailored to you.
Non-polluting soaps and detergents, certified products. A beauty that doesn't weigh on the world around it.
Each room bears the name of one of the Maestro's operas. A personal choice before an aesthetic one: music is part of our family.