A grand exterior let down by a shabby interior with dated rooms, tiny clunky elevators and a decor straight out of a desolate 1960's Butlins holiday camp. The most outrageous feature though was the pristine, dolphin-a-plenty, white sandy beach which was completely non-existent. Instead you were left with a broken area of decking no more than 5m long which faced a disgusting beach strewn with litter and dog mess. Not a cocktail in site... I wish I could say that the surrounding village was attractive but it wasn't and with Marsala around 5km away you are well and truly stuck here. Book at your peril!