Panjim Inn

Located in Fontainhas in the capital city Panjim, the historic Panjim Inn has been the part of Latin Quarter Pantheon for many years. Built in the late 1800s by Francic Assis D'Silveira, the property is owned by the same family five generations down the line. The house is diligently renovated and makes a perfect hideaway. Panjim Inn is an experience not to be missed. Each guest room and living room suite is beautifully furnished with fine antique reproductions and fabrics, along with modern amenities like designer robes, Internet and TVs. Wander the streets of charming Fontainhas, and be sure to stop in at any of the antique shops, or peruse the market. Diligent renovation has restored the elegance of external facade distinctiveness interior grace of the structure. The 90-cm thick mud-clay and laterite stonewalls have been carefully restored to their original elegance. 

With 24 bed rooms, 12 each in old house and rebuilt section facing Rua de Ourem are stylishly decorated and well-appointed with hand-picked furniture with blends with the interiors. With state-of-the-art facilities including air-conditioning, mini-bar, satellite television, Panjim Inn promises a comfortable stay. Each suite is has its own individuality in character. Four poster beds, carved rosewood almirahs murals and paintings from an in-house art gallery create an air of romance and a feel of nostalgia.

• Air conditioning
• Daily housekeeping
• Private bathroom
• Shower/tub combination
• Cable television service
• Television
• Ceiling fan

• Coffee/tea maker
• Complimentary toiletries
• ESPN
• HBO
• In-room safe
• Desk
• Blackout drapes/curtains

Down Memory lane, the quaint 1st floor verandah restaurant serves Goan,Continental and Indian cuisine. The dining hall in the new wing of the Inn caters to groups of upto 60 people and is the setting for the buffet breakfast. Sitting at down Memory lane perhaps a little imagination would take you to a old fashioned world of chivalry and noblesse oblige, and you can envision youthful romeos serenading comely damsels from below the balcaos or perhaps almost hear the wistful lament of a Portuuese Fado emerge from the shadows of twilight.