Nothing prepares you for the charm and creaky charisma of this rose-smothered flour mill, lost down narrow lanes by the Meolo river. Rescued from ruin and imaginatively restored, reclaimed wooden floors, beams and brickwork abound with an undressed exuberance: gentle hosts Silvio and Elisabetta have flair! High ceilinged common rooms are decked out simply with antique finds from France and Morocco and quirky touches: exposed mill machinery, a festoon of crystal baubles, antique wall sconces with candles, suspended books, an old woolly mattress-cum-sofa. The restaurant’s four dining alcoves are enchanting. Rooms have pretty wooden or metal bedsteads with antique bed linen, linen curtains, ceramic lamp holders with matching switches. Wooden columns make for bedside tables and each has a pièce de résistance: a large Vuitton trunk, an antique metal bath tub or a clad mannequin. Stencilling flounces polished cement bathrooms. Try their own wine, relax in the lovely long riverside garden, drift off to the creak of the mill wheel. Or borrow bikes for the day. A boost for the soul.