This house, surrounded by trees, it’s on a hillside. Very quiet, apart from the birdsong.
From the windows you can see the shimmering blue waters of the Cote d’azur, for this house is in Provence, in the South of France. The very word ‘Provence’ conjures up lazy afternoons, warm sun, blue skies, the smell of lavender. The house is welcoming, there’s a marbled hall with a sweeping staircase. It has comfortable beds with wrought iron bedsteads. Wooden shutters and tiled floors. Big baths with claw feet. Walls the colour of yellow mimosa. A large table on the terrace for late breakfast, long lunches, boozy evening meals, it over looks the pool. Help yourself to coffee in the kitchen, drift out to the terrace through open sets of slim French doors. Pitch in with preparations for lunch, its very relaxed. The house feels isolated but it’s only a short walk to the nearest patisserie for fresh croissants and bread. I’ve fond memories of this house, I’ve visited more than once, always with friends, it’s where I found my Mr Right. This house where I met my Other Half. Happy Memories.