

ð’ð¨ð¥ð¨ð¥ðšð¤ð¢ ðð«ð¢ððž — ð€ ð‡ð¨ð¦ðž ð‘ðžð›ð¨ð«ð§ ð›ð² ðð¢ð¤ðš & ðŠðžððš
ð“ð›ð¢ð¥ð¢ð¬ð¢â€™ð¬ ð ðžð§ðžð«ðšðð¢ð¨ð§ðšð¥ ððšð¥ðžð§ðð¬ ð¡ðšð¯ðž ðð¨ð§ðž ð¢ð ðšð ðšð¢ð§.
Every corner, every beam of sunlight, every brick in this home tells a story — a love letter to Sololaki’s soul.
This is not renovation.
This is ð«ðžð¬ðð¨ð«ðšðð¢ð¨ð§ ð¨ðŸ ð¢ððžð§ðð¢ðð².
Where century-old brick meets modern calm.
Where handmade wooden windows open into streets filled with history.
Where light paints the walls from sunrise to sunset.
Where design is not decoration — but emotion, memory, craft.
Nika & Keta didn’t just design a space…
They ð¥ð¢ð›ðžð«ðšððžð ð¢ð.
They allowed the past to breathe again — brighter, warmer, softer.
If Sololaki had a jewel box,
this home would be inside it.

Here are more photos of this wonder —
a space that proves once again why these two are ðð¡ðž ð©ð«ð¢ððž ð¨ðŸ ð“ð›ð¢ð¥ð¢ð¬ð¢.