Today the place I want to talk about I would call it unusual. Special. Maybe macabre. In a small village, on the main road, there is a larger house that is common to the others in the area.
The doors and windows are all closed.
To check if my intuition was right, I moved to the back of the house, where I found the open garage door. I went inside and walked a dark corridor that led me into the hall of the house and here I found a carved wooden chest, with a metal high relief hanging on the wall and depicting hunting scenes. I turned the corner and here is the tavern: a splendid room with 60s charm, a beautiful fireplace and perlined walls that give it a vaguely rustic air. Then a multitude of hunting trophies: skins, horns, straw heads hanging on the walls.
Strangely, they left something unique, a very rare piece. In the master bedroom, there is still a rare little tiger skin hanging on the wall.