bienvenue à la maison.
Our home has welcomed family, loved ones since lost, those who have gone down new paths, and friends who return every year.
It’s a place furnished with summer memories, attached to recollections of every corner: the unfinished stone walls, the sun-bleached blue shutters and ironwork, the stoic structure being consumed by tamed grapevines. Days and evenings spent outside, absorbing the weather and relishing the leisure.
Fighting with loved ones in the pool. Waiting for bathers to settle on their Lilo before drenching them with a cannonball. Parents engulfed in their books. Deep conversations. Connecting with friends. Good food. The sun-warmed tiles under your skin, too hot to touch without a splash of water. Laying under the sun endlessly to dry.
