The
Dressing
room

More than a room, it’s a dressing room where stories reside and Lisbon is its greatest confidante.

Romantic and extravagant, intrigues are revealed here and stories told. Choose your masks in this dressing room to get into the role. The mirrors only show what you want to reveal.

AVAILABLE IN THE ROOM

VIP
Exclusive

Nespresso
Coffee
Machine

Marshall
Speaker

Rainshower

LCD Smart
TV

Buffet
breakfast
included

Bath robe
and slippers

Area
25m2

1.80m
wide double bed

More facilities

Las Carmencitas

THE STORY OF THE SPANISH SISTERS

They left Spain like so many others and decided to try their luck in Lisbon. The busiest part of the city, between Avenida da Liberdade and Chiado, was an area of worldly cosmopolitanism where all mingled.

It was while sitting in the Brasileira coffee shop, so I heard, that Carmen read in a newspaper that the Maxime Hotel had the most fancy and modern cabaret. Ambitious, as I know she is, she managed to secure her place, have her own musical number and a name with a ring to it to stand out from the strong Spanish competition, just like the famous “Irmanitas”, but she needed the talent that her sister Lola had. I can almost hear her: “¡Mira Lolita, ya sé! (Look Lolita, I know!) ¡Las Carmencitas! “I can see myself on stage!” “Great! Do you like it? “It’s decided then!”

Carmen has an ego that’s proportionately opposite to her self-esteem, which is above all down to her lack of talent that Lola, in turn, has to make up for. But it is her charm and enthusiasm that sells the show. I hired them because they complement each other, but it’s all about playing up Carmen’s confrontational and jealous nature, while her sister is friendly and naive. To this day I still secretly hand Lola her fan mail, a secret that we’ll both take to our graves. Lola doesn’t mind… and Carmen doesn’t sulk.

They left Spain like so many others and decided to try their luck in Lisbon. The busiest part of the city, between Avenida da Liberdade and Chiado, was an area of worldly cosmopolitanism where all mingled.

It was while sitting in the Brasileira coffee shop, so I heard, that Carmen read in a newspaper that the Maxime Hotel had the most fancy and modern cabaret. Ambitious, as I know she is, she managed to secure her place, have her own musical number and a name with a ring to it to stand out from the strong Spanish competition, just like the famous “Irmanitas”, but she needed the talent that her sister Lola had. I can almost hear her: “¡Mira Lolita, ya sé! (Look Lolita, I know!) ¡Las Carmencitas! “I can see myself on stage!” “Great! Do you like it? “It’s decided then!”

Carmen has an ego that’s proportionately opposite to her self-esteem, which is above all down to her lack of talent that Lola, in turn, has to make up for. But it is her charm and enthusiasm that sells the show. I hired them because they complement each other, but it’s all about playing up Carmen’s confrontational and jealous nature, while her sister is friendly and naive. To this day I still secretly hand Lola her fan mail, a secret that we’ll both take to our graves. Lola doesn’t mind… and Carmen doesn’t sulk.