Villa Rosa Kempinski Blog
It’s another world. Outside the high pink walls of the Villa Rosa Kempinski, the Nairobi traffic flashes past in a braid of red and white taillights. Within the walls, the Villa rises in graceful rose and cream arches until it brushes the midnight-blue sky. You could be in Rome. Or Florence.
Below the arches, where the soft lights of the foyer spill out into the night, a fountain cascades down wide steps set in lush gardens. At the foot of the steps, there’s a paved courtyard. Tables have been laid out, candles flicker and you can just make out the face of a carved lion set into a mossy garden wall.
You could be in Venice.
A sign hangs outside, ‘Lucca’, it reads. Inside, where the lights ...