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Mystras Palace

Mystras Grand Palace Resort & Spa

Mystras Grand Palace Resort & Spa is a five star luxury hotel located in the picturesque town of Mystras.

Mystras Grand Palace Resort & Spa is a five star luxury hotel located in the picturesque town of Mystras, situated on the slopes of Mount Taygetos, near ancient Sparta, and close to the archeological site. The greenery surrounding the area is composed by pine trees, cypresses, lush vegetation, verdant olive and orange trees, small rivers and lakes.

 

The Convention Centre offers state-of-the-art technology and a wide range of superior facilities, all tailored to accommodate any requirement and demand.

 

Delivering unique history in the form of a guest experience where you feel as though you are part of the story of this amazing place, was the family’s vision. They pride themselves in being community members, honouring the past while providing the latest amenities to their guests. Sustainability is also of great importance, to constantly create value with an increasing attention to environmental and social responsibility. The spirit of Greece is alive at this hotel and traditionally embodied in the architecture, food and smiles. The design is integrated into the local landscape and inspired by olive groves, local buildings and characterised by original stone.

HOTEL ADDRESS

Paleologio, Sparta, Laconia,

Mystras, 23 100, Greece

TELEPHONE NUMBER

27310 21111 (Local)

+30 27310 21111 (International)

www.mystraspalace.com

Maps & Directions: http://www.mystraspalace.com/en/information/directions/

 

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The green tree air-freshener hanging from the rearview mirror was either exhausted of its scent or not strong enough to overcome the other odors
The green tree air-freshener hanging from the rearview mirror was either exhausted of its scent or not strong enough to overcome the other odors emitting from the cab. The correct decision, in this case, was to get the hell out of it and to call another cab, but she was late and didn’t have a choice. It was easy to spot her. All you needed to do was look at her socks. They were never a matching pair. One would be green while the other would be blue. One would reach her knee while the other barely touched her ankle. Every other part of her was perfect, but never the socks. They were her micro act of rebellion.

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