We are staying in the Valentino apartments. On our first night here, the waiter at the restaurant we visited exclaimed knowingly “ah, Valentino. The pink one, yes?”. And it is, incredibly pink. The same pink as those squishy prawn sweets you get in pick’n’mixes. Makes me wonder whether the owner got a job lot bargain on candy pink paint, something like the farmer in Magnus Mills’s brilliant book All Quiet on the Orient Express.