And while the house is beautiful, an eclectic symphony of style, it is also refreshingly unprecious. Nothing feels staged; it is clean but chaotic, throbbing with textures, patterns and colours that keep the eye in motion. There are inviting places to sit in every room, and at the centre of the dining room stands a large wooden table, its surface scratched, stained with pen marks and water rings, cracked softly with age.
