A former Masonic lodge owned by a self-proclaimed vampire. Ring the bell on a Sunday night, pass the voodoo temple and hope you’re invited inside, where you might be serenaded with live Latin music and an otherworldly candlelit bar may be serving potent rum cocktails. It’s always a surprise. Don't miss the graves in the tropical garden.
The permanent scaffolding is an artwork – and a thorn in the side of the local council.