No expense or attention to detail has been spared making the gorgeous guestrooms and their four-poster beds as conducive to a good night’s sleep as possible.
Each of the 9 suites is named after a different colour: pink, white, turquoise and so on. The paintwork on the walls, doors and shutters is impeccable. Finely varnished hardwood flooring runs throughout and the decor is a blend of snowy white and the suite's namesake shade. There's a range of categories but all are gorgeous and by Parati standards things are positively luxurious. Beds are top quality queen or kingsize; plasma TVs are discreetly placed; sheets are Egyptian cotton.
Homely touches prevent it from being cliched - rattan chairs, striped rugs, small oil paintings (some of them ‘Art Naif’ works of Francisco - Tiacho Baenninger, the manager), simple brass lamps - and it's this level of detail that really impresses. Each suite is different but quality is a staple. Teresa even sourced her mosquito nets from Bahia; cushions and runners are handstitched.
Ensuite bathrooms have walk-in shower cubicles, little wicker baskets full of the Amazonian brand Granado toiletries and thick towelling dressing gowns. The intensive power showers are an invigorating highlight.
The standard rooms are more than adequate. However, if budget allows and romance dictates the Master and Royal Suites are fantastic. Both are very spacious with white sofas, Jacuzzi tubs and Juliet balconies overlooking the bay in the case of the Master, Suite or, in the case of the Royal, a view via a (usually quiet) cobbled street to Santa Rita church, Parati's oldest religious building.