We were given numbers 5 and 9 as the address. After finding out before departure that no one would receive us, I was told upon inquiry that it is number 5. We arrived in the dark and the door to number 5 was locked. At the adjacent gate, we found a note with the name of the apartment. But the door behind the entrance was also closed. Fortunately, I found a couple in the apartment below who knew the Attico Bougainville from a previous stay. The supposedly locked gate was just jammed terribly. If I am a stranger, I do not pull on doors just to check if they are locked or jammed. Through a brightly lit corridor, we went to the garden stairs. (The back door is also jammed). There is only a weak light there and you go up the stairs almost in the dark, where the shape and direction of the steps change several times. We didn't get used to it until we left. Only at the very top, just before the landing, does a second lamp come on. The entrance door has 2 wings, but who opens the standing wing? Passage about 50 cm wide. The bench in the kitchen collapsed under me, the chairs wobble. The next day the light in the kitchen broke. There were no dishcloths or dish soap in the kitchen. No sugar, salt, oil, vinegar, coffee. All essential things that I have found in every vacation rental so far. There may be 100 coffee cups in all shapes and colors, but no proper kitchen utensils. A long knife that doesn't cut anything and a peeler that is also useless. But there are plenty of pots and pans. The bathroom is very small and the toilet flush is incredibly loud. The view from the balcony to the sea and towards the sunset and the fly screens are nice. The road to the apartment is steep and you need good condition. We experienced the landlord as unfriendly, contact only via email. We never saw him. Never again.