Conveniently located in the heart of the touristic area of Pafos, Pyramos Hotel is a great base from which one can explore this beautiful and historical city. From here, guests can enjoy easy access to everything the lively city has to offer. A well-kept environment and its proximity to all important sightseeings and amenities make our hotel probably the best place to stay in Pafos.
A warm welcome, a friendly smile, a zest of life, all of the characteristics of Mediterranean hospitality can be found here at Pyramos Hotel. The friendly environment of our hotel is based on the family character of the business and the personal care of its owners. The core of our philosophy is that quality doesn’t have to come at a high price. We constantly try to keep up with the needs and demands of our guests and our aim is to make our guest’s experience at Pyramos hotel a reason to choose us again.
Pyramos Hotel has been built back in 1982 and it was one of the first hotels in Pafos. In 2008 it has been fully renovated following a modern/classic renovation and our rooms have been upgraded to include facilities that help to make our guest’s stay as pleasant as possible. We are now offering free Wi-Fi in all common areas as well as a modern bar-cafe where our guests can relax and enjoy their time.
The hotel reception will be happy to assist you with city maps and guides, tourist information and suggestions for exploring this historic area of Pafos.
HISTORY OF PYRAMOS NAME
Our hotel’s name comes from a famous mosaic situated at the archaeological park of Pafos, only 500 meters away from Pyramos Hotel. This mosaic depicts ‘Pyramos and Thisbe’, whose story was written down by Ovid from which Shakespeare adapted Romeo and Juliet and the story that appears as a sub-plot in “A Midsummer Night’s Dream.”
“PYRAMOS AND THISBE” , THE STORY
“Pyramos was the most handsome of young men and Thisbe was the fairest beauty of the East.” ~Ovid in Metamorphoses
Pyramos and Thisbe lived in Babylonia and from the time they were young, were neighbours. They played together daily as children and fell in love as they grew older. Although neighbours, their families were hostile to one another so the love between Pyramos and Thisbe remained a secret. They had a special meeting place at a wall between their houses. This particular wall bore a scar. A large crack marred its smooth surface as a result of an earthquake long ago. Pyramos and Thisbe communicated through this crack when it was risky to see one another.
One particularly magnificent day, they arrived at their usual meeting place. The beauty of the day made them lament their situation all the more. They cried as they watched two hummingbirds fly over the wall together. Suddenly they came to the decision that they would not be stopped from being together any longer. They decided to meet that night outside the city gates under a mulberry tree filled white fruit. This particular tree grew near a stream next to the local cemetery. Thisbe, hidden by a veil, arrived at the appointed spot first and waited patiently for Pyramos to come. All of a sudden, a lioness fresh from a kill, her jaws covered in blood, slunk out of the brush to satisfy her thirst at the stream. Thisbe, frightened by this disturbance, ran to a nearby cave. In her haste, she dropped her veil and the lioness grabbed it and shredded it with her bloody jaws.
Meanwhile, Pyramos had arrived at the meeting place. As he approached the tree he could not help but notice the large paw prints of the lioness. His heart beat faster. As he approached the stream, his fears were confirmed upon seeing Thisbe’s veil torn and bloodstained. Unable to find Thisbe and fearing that she was dead; Pyramos was unable to contain his sorrow. He drew his sword and plunged it deeply into his side. As he removed the sword from his side, blood sprayed the white fruit on the tree, turning it a dark purple colour.
Meanwhile, Thisbe, recovered from her fright, came back to the meeting place by the stream. There she saw Pyramos’ body lying in a crumpled heap on the ground. Racked with uncontrollable agony, she took his sword and threw her body onto it. With her dying breath, she pleaded with the gods that their bodies be buried in a single tomb and that the tree in the special meeting place would always bear fruit in the colour of a dark and mournful colour in memory of their unrequited love. To this day, the berries of the mulberry tree always turn dark purple in colour when they are ripe.