The Eden Roc Renaissance Hotel Miami Beach is a resort hotel at 4525 Collins Avenue in Miami Beach, Florida. It was designed by Morris Lapidus, in the Miami Modern style, and was completed in 1955-56. The Eden Roc has been a favorite of distinguished guests from politicians to Hollywood's top stars. The Eden Roc was built on the site of the Warner Estate following litigation over development rights to the site and to the neighboring Firestone Estate, which became the Fontainebleau Hotel.
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