Back in the day, Bahamian immigrant William Curry became Key West’s first millionaire via the shady business of shipwreck salvaging, and used some of the boodle to start this big white pile just a half-block from Duval Street in 1869 (his son finally finished it 30 years later). Besides rich maple and Tiffany glass, the woody interior is crammed with museum-quality antiques and curios, and the architecture and furnishings are documented in a fascinating brochure meant for guests and random sightseers alike (if you want to check out the widow’s walk way up top, just keep in mind that those widows must’ve been both skinny and spry). Upstairs, out back, and in a separate house across the street, the guest rooms have all the expected mod-cons but are of course much less “busy,” with hardwood or tiled floors, canopy beds, white wicker, or combinations thereof. There’s a sweet little pool and patio out back that hosts regular cocktail hours and music. The roster of interesting repeat guests skews a bit mature but of varying ages. Noise sensitive? Ask for a room facing away from Duval.