The desire to return to a slower pace that we are no longer accustomed to… waking up in the morning with a smile because the birds are sweetly singing outside… reading in the shade of a grand tree with the scents of roses, lavender, and linden flowers. Here you are, along with the cicadas, droning the lazy rhythms of summer. Upstairs, someone is gently playing a melody on the ancient piano.
From the pool, you hear the splashing sounds of someone cooling off after a lively game of ping pong, and then, as evening slowly approaches, the candles are lit, the aperitifs arrive, and the aroma of the barbecue reaches your nose.
Such enjoyment… friends and family, good wine, under the open starry sky.
When was the last time this happened? How much there is to remember… this is truly a magical place.