Built in 1846 between an avenue of plane trees and the cypresses. Eight bedrooms, a long table, a still pool. For weeks and weekends, weddings and seasons.
The bastide sits at the end of a plane-tree allée, with cypresses standing watch and a parterre of clipped box just inside the gate. Three storeys of pale stone, green shutters, a single sun-dial above the front door.
Inside, a butter-yellow kitchen with sage cabinets, a long pine table, terracotta floors worn smooth. Eight bedrooms upstairs, white linens, beams overhead, shutters thrown open onto the garden.
In summer the days are slow. A still pool, a stone fountain to chill the wine, a pétanque court in the shade. The house sleeps sixteen, holds a wedding of a hundred, and, mostly, lets you forget the day of the week.
Available for week-long stays from June through September, and for weddings and family gatherings through the season.