Right from the start, the arrival almost feels like a little Tuscany, with its long cypress trees, the flowing song of a water-lily pond and this immense building, typical of the Var region, which seems to cross the family summers of Provence with indifference. Between forests of umbrella pines and a bean-pool worthy of an intimate Hollywood haven, the feeling of disconnection is immediate.
And while Marie Sibuet is constantly updating the décor and furnishings, as she does at La Bastide de Marie in the Luberon, here she is asserting the timeless character of this 45-key hotel, designed and run like a large family home. Far from the diktats and rhythms of the tropics.
First of all, the bedrooms have the cachet of those that host the confidences of a faithful visitor every summer... with patinated furniture that seems to have come straight from the family heritage, ironwork four-poster beds, cotton voiles, cheerful prints re-edited from the Liberty archives in addition to other fabrics chosen from the great designers (Missoni, Frey, etc.), and with in the center of each open bathroom a lion-legged bathtub that seems to dialogue with the small sitting area.
Nothing ostentatious, just china and the taste of houses that have lived. Adjacent to each room and suite, a small terrace overlooks this haven of greenery and the calm, serene vision of a blessed address, tucked away on the heights of a prestigious bay, alternating azure blue and the luxuriant effect of Mediterranean essences.