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Views from Around the World
...with gulps of sweetly spiced air, as we
were led on foot from the market, the furthest cars can venture,
to our hotel. We were staying at Emersons House, a splendid
palace that was formerly home to a sultans brother, which
has been exquisitely restored and furnished with Zanzibari
antiques...
Harpers
& Queen Travel by Samantha Weinberg
Emersons Rooftop Bar, old
Stonetown, Zanzibar, may be -- no, must be-- the most romantic
bar in the world. How does this sound: you are sitting on Persian
cushions on the floor, with your back against a low wall, feeling
the soft breeze on your face while you drink a gin and tonic, eat
hot fried and salted banana rings and watch the sun fall into the
sea towards the mainland of Africa... Emerson came here seven
years ago and is slowly turning this historic, neglected mansion
into a magnificently exotic hotel.
The
Age by Pamela bone
A pioneering hotel, Emersons House, built by American
Emerson Skeens in a restored mansion in mid Stone Town, quickly
gained cult status as the most characterful place to stay. It is
a marvelous clutter of antique furniture, old ironwork, and
Zanzibari art...
Conde
Nast Travelerby William Dalrymple
...In Stone Town, the islands capital, Emersons
House is the top hotel both attitudinally and altitudinally. You
climb an interminable staircase to the roof, past rooms straight
out of Hollywood via the Orient. At the top, a warm breeze
brushes you on to the roof garden, where a quartet of bright
brass implements conspire to make tea.
The
Independent Magazine by Simon Calder
Emersons is a splendidly eccentric town house in the
middle of Stone Town, the capital of Zanzibar. It is run by
Emerson Skeens, a charming New Yorker, who would have been Lord
Jim in an earlier century.
London
Timesby Bruce Palling
...Emersons House, a small hotel restored to resemble
its original grandeur as the private mansion of a sultans
brother. ...But our favorite time warp was Emersons House
itself. ...it has been restored to resemble the posh
Omani-Indian home it once was. Our quarters, up a steep, dark
stairway, included a high room full of antiques, two wide
canopied beds, carved mahogany armoires and tables and chairs,
richly woven carpets and at the top
of a long interior stairway that rendered our suite a duplex, all
the necessary bathroom fixtures installed along a hallway, the
sink and shower areas draining into a single hole in the
floor.
New
York Times By Paula Budlong Cronin