When I lived in Paris, I never had time for siesta in the afternoon. Since I settled in southern Spain, I rarely miss my 20 mn of what I call "recharging battery" time. I wake up fresh and ready to start the second part of the day. I had lunch in Granada on tuesday, on a shaded terrace facing this superb old palacete. As I was slightly feeling drowsy, I wished I could enter the door and rest in one of these rooms protected from the sun by the traditional esparto (grass fiber) shutters.Arent' they beautiful ?