Where caps once lay - a reception full of the past

The first step inside Onder de Linden feels like coming home. A warm welcome, a friendly face, the smell of coffee and wood. You get your key, hear a few tips about the area, and the day can begin. But what many people don't know: this very place - the reception - used to be a workshop. Not of paper or keyboards, but of fabric, thread and craftsmanship. This is where the cap maker sat. 

Crafts on the Brink 

In the Roden of old, each village had its own craftsmen. The baker, the blacksmith, the tailor - and so also the hat maker. In this room, there were wooden racks against the wall, full of hats and caps of all shapes and sizes. Here people measured, pinned, cut and stitched. Not automated, but with patience. Everything by hand. Every fold carefully, every stitch just right. 

The cap was a status symbol. You wore it to work, to the market, to church. And so it had to fit perfectly. The cap maker knew his customers. Knew who came for what. And sometimes he also listened to their stories. Because while he worked, people talked - about the weather, work, life. Even then, this place was one of attention and connection. 

From craft to arrival 

Times were changing. The caps disappeared, the sewing machine gave way to a billiard table. But the sense of craftsmanship remained. Because even now, this is the place where you are seen. Where someone looks at you, welcomes you, and makes time for a chat. The welcome at Onder de Linden is not a procedure. It is the beginning of your story here. Just as it used to be the beginning of a carefully handmade cap. 

Maybe that diligence is still in the walls. In the way your key is ready at the right time. In the personal note in your room. Or in the tips you are given about the forest, the market or a good restaurant. 

A space with character 

If you look closely, you might still see it. The robust lines of the walls, the soft light falling on the wooden floor. You sense: this place has been through something. It is not a cold space. It is a space with soul. An intermediate station between outside and inside. Between everyday life and getting away from it all for a while. 

And whether you check in for a night, a weekend or longer - you are part of a story that has been written here for over a hundred years. With dust, with words, with memories. 

Your story, our history 

And that brings us to something special. Next to the reception desk is an old leather guest book. Not digital, not anonymous, but real. With ink and fountain pen. You can leave something there. A thought, a smile, an experience. Because just like the hats of yesteryear, your story is also 'tailor-made' with attention here. 

Did you know that this space was once a cap factory?

The soul of the craft lives on in everything we do. And you are now part of it. Write your own memory in our guestbook - we'd love to read it.