A small verdant paradise

« As we turn a corner on a country lane below shady oaks, we discover a peaceful world where time seems to have always been frozen and where a bell tolls to announce the mealtimes to children playing outside.

A small verdant paradise with awe-inspiring trees, their tops lost in an infinite blue sky, their bases surrounded by sprouting herbs and fragrant flowers, and fruit trees growing towards the rays of the southern sun.

I even found quiet spots, forgotten by time, where somewhere, at night, the nightingale secretly sings his songs of love. »

(From our visitor’s book)