For once, it was Remi who pulled the car over with a need to take a second look. “You need to see this,” he declared as a smile slowly spread over his features. “What?” (me, cranky after a long day). “Only your dream house,” he tossed off as he slid out of the car. I grabbed my camera but was highly dubious.
Silly me. I love the cast-offs, the shy ones, the Island of Misfit Toys. Remi knows this. He also knows that there is a part of me that is dancing in silk bias cut gowns, Zelda-like, if only in my imagination. And he found the perfect blend between the two.
The house looks as though it hasn’t been lived in for quite some time. But the charm of the best of what the Riviera once was beckons behind its closed-off gates, sleeping in its ill-kept gardens. With the lullaby of the sea singing just beyond. From the few shutters left open, I can tell that the house has a straight-through access to the blue beyond. Can you imagine the Jazz Age parties that were held here? Don’t you feel the impulse to open up all of the windows and let the curtains billow? I sure did. And here is the kicker. Someone will. On the quaintly unimposing gate, reminiscent of more promising times, we read the permis de constuire or construction permit which was not, thankfully having to do with destruction but rather concerned the simple addition of a pool.
So someone is going to save this lovely old girl–isn’t that something? It made me think of my other Sleeping Beauty, My Dream House in Provence. I would take either, frankly with unabated joy. Remi and I got back into the car and were both quiet for some time, groggy from having a new dream in our hearts and content that someone will be living it soon.
Have a wonderful rest of your weekend, friends.
Isn't that Pax amazing? I thought that it was "la cerise sur la gateau"!
Hello Heather:
We admire your restraint. Risking guard dogs, security people, even the police, we should have been over those gates to trespass with wild and gay abandon. Nothing we like more than to explore houses such as this one and, of course, to dream!
Oh, what lucky people who will live here. I hope they do it proud with Jazz Age parties. Liked the Zelda-like silk bias-cut dress reference. I am the biggest F.Scott Fitzgerald fan!
My heart goes pitter-patter and my knees go weak at the sight of sites like this, as you know only too well Heather. Oh to get one's paws on it and protect it, love it, allow it to remain alive. It rather speaks to me of colonial architecture, Vietnam or Singapore, with an Asian colonial influence. Could that be right?
How absolutely wonderful! I am much like you and can imagine a life in such a place. I love the idea of restoring a beauty to a more loved state.
Have a wonderful weekend!
Best,
Christina
So loved the house, one could build numerous stories around it, all of them romantic and lovely! I too enjoy those structures that are just a bit rough around the edges, not perfect but full of promise. Hope you are having a wonderful Spring!
Ooooo – what a tease!! I was desperate to see more photos, but I guess there's that pesky thing called "the law". Sigh. But it did look AMAZING, and of course I can see why it's your dream house! Something tells me your own house is pretty dreamy; maybe I'll have to come over there and check it out for myself! : )
p.s. thanks for the shout out for my back!
I love that villa. She really needs help. Hubby and I have a bad habit of adopting orphan homes. It's an expensive habit but a virtuous one. Hew, wait a minute! Are you in the cote d'Azur? Call me!
… and I apologize for the accent-less French words, typed on an American keyboard, in my American kitchen. Veronique
It is hard not to love a house located sur la Cote d'Azur; overlooking la Grande Bleue; with a pool ; and that displays so ostentatiously the word "Paix" to greet visitors. I like your dream house, Heather. Heck, it's la maison de mes reves too (no, I am not the new owner. Rats!) Bon weekend! Veronique (French Girl in Seattle)