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 an otherworldly candle-lit bar may be serving potent rum cocktails and serenading you with live Latin music. Or maybe not. It’s always a surprise. Don't miss the graves in the tropical garden.

In case you're wondering, the permanent scaffolding is an artwork – and a thorn in the side of the local council.