A quick web search suggests that Florence's Hotel Londra, at the least the Old World Charm-drenched version suggested by this handsome trinket tray, is no more—replaced by a cursed contempo spot called Hotel Indigo. You can practically hear the Khruangbin from here! If you're not using some rad abalone shell to catch your incense ash, stick to the classy jazz like this bebe from Firenze.
