Maison Blanche is a Provençal atelier built around two south-facing windows and the white linen that has been catching the sun on them since 1934.
When Étienne Blanche bought the house in 1934, the previous owner left two pairs of linen curtains and a note: "they belong to the windows, not the walls."
Ninety-two years later we still hand-wash them in lavender water every Sunday and re-hang them by Tuesday morning.
Every season we move the furniture three centimetres closer to the window. By June the room has reorganised itself entirely around one beam of afternoon sun.
This is not a metaphor. We measure it with chalk.
Each room exists to honour a different hour of the day. They are not for sale. They are for staying in.
Linen curtains, oak floor, three chairs. Open from sunrise to 11:00 exactly.
A walled garden with one bench and four olive trees. Bring a book.
Where the linen is cut. Doors open Tuesdays. Don't speak above a whisper.
Long table, slow lunch. We sit twelve, never more, never less.
Eight hundred books. None shelved by author. All shelved by light.
One bed, one window, one curtain. A single guest at a time.
Maison Blanche is owned by the third generation of the Blanche family. We employ four people, including the gardener.
If you would like to stay, write us a letter. If you would like to buy something, write us a longer one.
Walk slowly. The kettle is already on.