A guest house in the Perche
A house to reunite.
Flore and Willem met young, in Montpellier, fell in love in Utrecht, and then life kept them apart for thirty years. When they reunited in Paris, they swore never to part again, and to look for a place to live and share in happy reunion.
That house was waiting for them on the crest of a hill, between the medieval town of Bellême and La Perrière. Its south-facing terrace overlooks a plain with meadows and trees to the horizon. On the other side, the forest of Bellême is just a short walk away.
Roe deer and foxes cross the grounds at dawn, unhurried, quite at home. A couple of falcons float in the sky above. As the sun goes down, the sunset turns the façade of the house into a hue of golden pink.
A place of joy to disconnect, and to reconnect with those you love. Friends, sweethearts, and the Perche.