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.
Don't you just love it when you come upon something so beautiful. Nice that someone is going to refurbish the grand old lady. I hope you're enjoying your weekend!
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Debra~
Thank you Anita–it is election day here so a very important one!
I am still so blown away by your last post. So beautiful…
Oh ma chère, I have seen many a chateau or villa in the South of France on my travels that I just HAD TO CAPTURE in photos…..the whole COUNTRY is GORGEOUS! THANK YOU, MERCI BIEN for your visit and kind words. Enjoy a splendid French day! Anita
We had Ben and all of our equipment in the car otherwise I imagine that Remi would have been tempted too. Not I–far too afraid of getting tazered! But now, of course, you make me want to go back and risk it!
Sanda, you are such a romantic at heart! I love it!
Yes, I knew that you would be crazy for this house, Virginia. Isn't it a beaut? And that is a rather brilliant point you have there. While the main structure, the core of the house, spoke to both of us of Mansart, the addition of the upper story and certain the gate pavillion are right out of Vietnamese colonial architecture! There is an amazing home that we visited on the Mekong that was exactly that–right down to the round rooftiles. This is the only photo of it that Remi has online:
http://www.remibenali.com/travel-mekong-delta/mekong-delta-7.php
Bisous.
I can only imagine what you would do with a house like this Christina–you could go to town. 🙂
Isn't it true Laura–a prime example of "if these walls could talk"!
And thank you–I hope that all is well with you too!
Hey maybe you DO need to come over and be the judge. 🙂 Love you Sister!
Hi Jennifer! We saw this house during our week in the Var. We drove the coast down from Cannes to St. Maxime. This house was in Boulouris just outside of St. Raph. If I do get back closer to you, I will let you know!! 🙂