It’s rumored that Errol Flynn died here. Mind you, it’s also been said that he died at the Sylvia, the Georgia, and aboard a boat in the harbor; also, that he died in the arms of a young girl—or, perhaps, a young boy. No matter. The point is, this place has history. It was built in 1926 and still has many of the features of the era, like the extra wide hallways and vintage photos of Vancouver. It’s on a quiet, leafy street in the West End, just 2 blocks from Stanley Park, and if the location weren’t enough of a draw, the price would be: This is one of the best deals in town. The drawback is that it’s not exactly fancy. Rooms still have those 1980s-style brass lamps and floral bedspreads, veneer desks, and tiny bathrooms (and half of those are shared). Still, there are vintage radiators and inlaid hardwood floors, friendly staff, and a lounge with big, plush sofas perfect for curling up with a book on rainy days. Plus the Adesso Bistro downstairs serves up great northern Italian food and wine, making this a lovely, affordable refuge.