Turning onto a grubby sidestreet to the left of Monastiraki metro station, I walked past Mona three or four times before I realised I had arrived. The next moment, I was buzzed inside to a softly lit hallway, with a tactile velvet sofa and antique dining table acting as reception, and instantly transported to another world.
Housed in a 1950s textile factory, the Mona sits in the shadow of the Acropolis in Athens’ Psirri neighbourhood, and feels more mood than hotel, more experience than stay. Concrete, raw industrial finishes are married with sensual fabrics, soft vintage lighting and seductive photography, resulting in a very sexy, urban space.
