Inside the suite
A pergola for late lunches, the orchard below.
The pergola is the room before the room. Driftwood overhead, weathered to the colour of bone, and a long table laid for two — or for whoever wandered up from the orchard at the right hour. Lunch lasts here. Sunset lasts longer.
Inside, low couches, raw cotton, a floor of warm stone. Baskets the village has been weaving for a thousand years hang on the walls — not as decoration, exactly, but as company. The kind of company that keeps quiet.
Below the pergola, the orchard begins. From here you can see your breakfast, still on the branch. You can see the chef walking through with a basket. By the time the wine arrives, you will know everyone's name.