The refurbished convent, or part of a convent, worked great for the two of us for ten days. We even had room for guests, should they have made it to Chania. The parking could be "iffy", even in mid-May (there is not designated parking) but with a little scouting around it worked out every time we needed a spot. The old stone place (with WiFi and working plumbing) has a certain charm that made the question of where we would park each time we were returning with the car worth the slight hassle. The kitchen/common area on the ground floor has pots and pans for everything you could imagine cooking. People have left behind (or Michail has ensured) there are all sorts of odds and ends of oils and pasta and other things left behind, if you want to use them. We weren't sure how old some of the stuff was, though. But we did eat lots of the pistachios that were there on the table when we arrived. And there was even some bottled water in the fridge. The hot water heated up very quickly, for showers and using the bathroom sink. Although, we never figured out how to get hot water in the kitchen sink, so we just heated some up in the kettle when it was time to wash dishes. The clothes washing machine came in handy, as did the clothes line on the second floor patio, for our ten days at the Venetian Convent. Although, on occasion, we could hear a little noise at night from the plaza down the street , overall the place is a quiet little sanctuary a short walk from the life of the old city. And MIhael gave us great tips about things to do and places to go and places to eat.
Oh, and there was a cat, a white cat with black markings, on the ground floor patio by the front door. (Someone had left out some cat food for him (her?) on a piece of cardboard.) We began to consider him (her) the guard cat,. He (she)checked us out, and in, each time we went out or came in. We missed him (her) on the rare occasion he (she) was not by the door, watching us go out or come back with those ever so alert and watchful eyes. Maria, who welcomed us and showed us where things were and the quirks of the place when we arrived, warned us about cats sneaking in when we opened the door, so we were careful about guarding the convent from the guard cat. And yet, we found we missed him (her) each morning when we went out and she wasn't there by, the door.
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