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CENART DREAM

CENART Private dining space designed privilege of Seville.

CENART created in 2009 by a company of young entrepreneurs with the idea of \u200b\u200bcreating an innovative concept that combines traditional setting with contemporary and cutting edge environments to respond to new ways of living and understanding our culture.

In 1835 the House of Alba gave him the eye to the Hacienda Los Angeles. Minister shocked many hectares Mendizabal: here the monks would live as God. In the chapel, the first Jesuit, Franciscan then, there was no ceremony and acolytes of oil, and in bedrooms sharp, fine nights round. For the greyhounds ran patios film Arabian Nights and Tales of the Alhambra, memories lose their memory here, sin and forgiveness. Later, come war, famine, and loa forgetfulness.

The year was 1992 and a master air-adventurer, exposure away from the city in search of silence, horizon, and old tiles. His Fiat Regata, tired of traveling Alcalá dust lanes, is resting in the shade than the old estate plans every day since those nights of round. And without a word, tile to tile, stone by stone, sunrise to sunset, and over a thousand "I do", the old Hacienda Angels ends up out bosom, take a step forward, and sweeping shadows the olive groves that made it big one day. And the promise is closed, and his legend back in the news.

In 2008, two young Berlin de la Frontera travel by bicycle. Markets looking for old clothes, contemporary art, and between Friedrichshain and Kreuzberg, they find an idea, a challenge to develop, and with a dream to perform. That same year, a third person off your computer on the island of Ibiza, close it, I think, gets up, makes the bags, and San Jose to San Pablo only an hour and a half, and where I say, I can say . In the triangle

Seville, Berlin, Ibiza, the San Francisco Javier de los Angeles Old, so say chronic CENART gives a different voice to what you meant, a different picture in his image, is to love his people or his boss, is to exit the script and finally do something never seen. Four-mill buildings, meters and square meters, fine crystal glass rods chamomile between pots and tubs, bamboo trays, a soprano who sings and voices are stone and estates sentimental nostalgia that has been said by the field. Ille beatus luxury now available to those who know. The king is neither the House of Alba. The short life that is eternal dreams tonight, and that does not happen. CENART has dreamed. Going for you.