Red Victorian

Still basking in the Summer of Love, the hotel - a red Victorian, funnily enough - wears its hippie heart on its sleeve: wildly colourful rooms revel in names such as Flower Child and Rainbow, there's a Peace Café downstairs, and the eccentric, septuagenarian artist-owner goes by the name Sami Sunchild. Rooms have no TVs; only six have private baths; some of the furnishings are looking rather tatty, but neatness wasn't exactly what the '60s were about. A continental breakfast is included. No smoking - tobacco or grass - throughout the hotel, despite what the decor may lead you to believe.