The Native Hotel was not always the native occupant of this patch of Californian coastline. Once upon a time it was the Malibu Riviera, a hotel made infamous by its famous visitors, Bob Dylan (who wrote Blood on the Tracks here) and Marilyn Monroe. Today, the hotel is a stylish as its past was storied.

Stable-style doors lead into rooms simply but effectively decorated with white walls and plenty of wooden panelling, comfortable linens, and the occasional (perfectly placed) piece of art. A few golden accents gleam here and there, and stylishly-scuffed, richly-coloured rugs lie underfoot. There are only 13 rooms in total on the property, but that just adds a certain bijou charm to it. You won’t be overrun by the travelling hordes. It’s just peace and quiet, with palm trees swaying and the rustle of the ocean not too far away. The Native Hotel is, after all, found just off the Pacific Coast Highway.

Continuing the theme of great things coming in unassuming packages, the Airstream found at The Native Hotel serves up moreish coffee and waffles; the perfect fuel for either a day on the road, or a day at the beach. Both of which are tantalisingly possible here.