Molestine, Aarhus centre. I stayed in the red house for a while. Best described as extremely quaint! Bathroom in a cupboard under the stairs, with a hole cut in the stairs for a window. Yes really. Bouncy floors. No door much higher than five foot. Of course I banged my head. Stairs up to the bedroom were the same as a climbing frame on the wall of a school gym. The owner is an excentric English musician who wont let you go without first sharing a bottle of beer. Not a problem!
