Ashtons stops just short of lavish, remaining comfortable rather than over-the-top. We might even call it homey—if home was a genteel, Esplanade Avenue antebellum mansion. Once you sink into your comfy bed, you may not want to leave the romantic, pastel-walled, antiques-filled room. But you will, for stellar breakfasts like eggs cochon de lait. The main-house rooms are plenty spacious; ceilings are ridiculously high, sheets silky. Room #4 has a half-tester bed and an extravagant rain shower; #7 has a clawfoot whirlpool tub. It’s all light and bright, from the wide front gallery to the oak-shaded backyard, and the on-site hosts are most congenial. Excellence is in the details, and the owners have carefully attended to them.