The story
My second
home.
Where I grew up.
Judit is my mother’s name. This is the house where I grew up: the garden, the quiet protected area beyond the little canal and the sound of footsteps on the stairs at night. The interior was not designed by a studio; it grew over the years, as a home should.
That gives it something hotels cannot buy: the feeling of being somewhere familiar, even on your first visit.
The upstairs apartment has its own outdoor staircase and two terraces: one facing the street and one overlooking the garden.