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Moorea Beach Lodge

Moorea Beach Lodge

Moorea, French Polynesia

Paradise Tahiti has the shape of this lodge on Mooreaai??i??s golden sand. Opunohu Bay, where Captain Cook landed the first time, is up north and looks magnificent from the belvedere. In the inner part, in the valley, the volcanoai??i??s caldera, there are neat pineapple plantations on a rust-coloured packed dirt. We are in Haapiti, though. The shallow water recedes at night, leaving circles of moonlit extraterrestrial seaweed. For a few days, you need nothing more. You sleep in front of the sea, relax in the shade of some high palm tree, and live on the long wooden veranda, while water is always on the horizon. The breakfast is a French-Polynesian brunch of unusual grace: fruit salad, any-style eggs, warm cream flan with toasted almonds…

Niedermairhof

Niedermairhof

South Tyrol, Italy

It was probably on a Saturday afternoon, at the special time when the sun disappears behind a mountain. There were two rooms in our name at Niedermairhof. Helmut and Kathrin were in the courtyard, and he was sitting on the tractor holding their ecstatic son on his lap…

Ai?? Vanira Lodge

Ai?? Vanira Lodge

Tahiti, French Polynesia

Tahiti is an island and, at the same time, a people always keeping an eye on the ocean and another one on the mountains. They pray to the water and then to the forest, as if they were two symbiotic beings. Vanira lodge lies on a hill, steep enough to plunge into light dawns and deep sunsets, high enough to touch star-quilted night skies, close enough to Teahupooai??i??s waves to hear them rumble, close enough to the mountains to climb them. A green hill on the southern coast of Tahiti Iti, la Presquai??i??Ai??le, the wild part of the island, the one we love more. Evening comes quickly with the taste of lobster with honey, and morning comes quickly with the smell of coconut bread and banana and mango jam…

OMAH APIK

OMAH APIK

Bali, Indonesia

There are landscapes that can communicate their therapeutic potential at a first glance. The view from the rooms of Omah Apik, is lost in the horizon designed by a multitude of rice fields and the high fronds of a dense tropical forest. A place that recalls and preserves the charm and beauty of one of Indonesia’s most visited islands, Bali. Born to host a large family, and only later transformed into a hotel, Omah Apik is a home where you can reconnect and discover a slow dimension of travel, in which be thrilled by the flowing of time simply by observing the changes of light reflected in the rice paddies from sunrise to sunset…

Villa Tereze

Villa Tereze

Marche, Italy

ai???The only true voyage of discovery would be not to visit strange lands but to possess other eyes.ai??? (Marcel Proust). Beyond hills that lean on one another at the horizon, sleepy national roads, harmonic rows of vines and iridescent olive trees, home vegetable-gardens and fallow fields. Beyond woods bordering between the slopes, where nature got the better of it, beyond friendly squares in tiny villages, and millenarian strongholds hanging on the highest rises, Renate often waits under the pergola for a Japanese musician, a Polish chef, or a London family to arrive

La Bamba de Areco

La Bamba de Areco

Buenos Aires, Argentina

Only the pampasai??i?? prairie beyond Buenos Airesai??i?? north-western suburbs can silence the enthusiasm that Big Sur glaciers stirred in us. We have just left them. It is a summer Sunday; the wind pampers the treesai??i?? foliage with deep hypnotic caresses. At the end of a dirt road, a young gaucho awaits us near the gate, as sculpturesque and fierce as the horse he controls with minimal moves. We follow him up to the entrance of a purple residence edged in white, along an intimate procession that cuts in half the neat land at sunset. Everything in this maternal rural landscape seems to be cautiously dancing with ancestral moves. The grass is greener, and the sky is airier and higher. This Land has become, also for us, a promise of happiness…

Hub PorteAi??o

Hub PorteAi??o

Buenos Aires, Argentina

ai???All happy mornings resemble one anotherai??i?? ai??i?? Here I am, Jonathan Safran Foer. We woke up at Hub PorteAi??o with a discreet and innocent jolliness, which even the passing rain drumming on the veranda could not disperse. The wall garden at our back, we sat on the striped sofa and sipped coffee in decorated china, while waiting for our daily medialunas to come out of the oven, stately and fragrant. The historical neighbourhood families resumed their classic routine while the sun dried the smaller puddles. In our spare time, we exercised our idea of luxury: we idled on the roof terrace, a private Eden among building tops, lingered in the big marble bathtub and, when snack time came, treated ourselves to a portion of homemade cake and a mate, while resuming that book about enchanted estancias.

Masseria Tagliente

Masseria Tagliente

Puglia, Italy

If I had a masseria, I think Iai??i??d want it like this one: a luxury family residence with a big, spotless white, Spanish-style faAi??ade and five balconies on the piano nobile to see if the black wild horses are back from the woods, if the goats have gone into the shed, and if Brindisi and the Ionian Sea are glittering in the evening. The corner kitchen tiled with majolica ends in a big roof terrace, near St. Martinai??i??s statue…

Masseria Schiuma

Masseria Schiuma

Puglia, Italy

ai???Schiumaai??i?? (foam) is a splendid word. It quickly calls to mind high wavesai??i?? foam, soft soap bubbles and their rainbows, soft milk, shaving foam that smells like pungent cologne, the lightness of childhood, an adolescence-like goliardic spirit, and an ephemeral consistency that leads you to play at any age. There is a street named Schiuma that from national road S90 ai??i?? Monopoli to Savelletri ai??i?? going south, takes you away from the sea and into an unexpected countryside. Masseria Schiumaai??i??s name comes from it. In my opinion, its owners ai??i?? a sincere Danish couple, graceful and beautiful, Pernille and Lars ai??i?? love simplicity so much that they did not want to add any more frills or meanings to this place, a temple of private and shared spaces. Every movement of hosts and guests is free and mature…

Palazzo Penelope

Palazzo Penelope

Puglia, Italy

ai???32 sq. m. of seaai??i??. Water is the primary element that always fascinated Pino Pascali. The artist re-created his own sea in zinc tubs, each one containing a tone-on-tone variation of the colour of the sea. Pino Pascali, the greatest Apulian artist, was born in Bari on 19th October 1935. His parents came from Polignano a Mare. Very soon, his works emphasized his Mediterranean culture…

Albergo Quattro Fontane

Albergo Quattro Fontane

Venice, Italy

ai???The garden of the Finzi-Continisai??i?? was published by Einaudi in 1962. The story takes place between 1938 and 1941, safe from outside events. For many years I have wanted to write about the Finzi-Continis ai??i?? about MicA?l and Alberto, Professor Ermanno and Signora Olga ai??i?? and about the many others who lived at, or like me frequented, the house in Corso Ercole I dai??i??Este, Ferrara, just before the last war broke out. But the impulse, the prompt, really to do so only occurred for me a year ago, one April Sunday in 1957. I slept at Albergo Quattro Fontane on a lovely May evening. While writing, I realise that in Italian we do not use the word ai???albergoai??i?? anymore, and banally say ai???hotelai??i?? instead. Actually, I am always looking for an albergo, with its poetic meaning of habitual residence. A few more seconds, and I would have heard her voice greeting me. ai???Hello,ai??i?? said MicA?l, standing on the threshold. ai???How good of you to come.ai??i?? I had anticipated everything with great accuracy ai??i?? everything except the fact that I would kiss her…

Le Tre Stanze

Le Tre Stanze

Florence, Italy

When spring comes, Arctic plants follow some direct and indirect environmental signs to know when they have to wake up from their winter sleep: milder temperatures, longer days and the reduction of sea ice. The bed is high, my legs dangle and my toes sense the ancient carpet. The white linen is an old-time one belonging to home womenai??i??s trousseaus. Bells ring as clear as a motherai??i??s voice; they may be the Cathedralai??i??s bells. The smell of cinnamon we fell asleep with is back. The Florentine light can barely filter. There is no sound. Only the young owner of this house moves quietly barefoot around the kitchen, a teaspoon stirring hot coffee. Waking up in this residence at 43 Via dellai??i??Oriuolo is a moment made of small gracious signs. It is an act of generosity by Patrick, a sculptor and photographer. We will talk mainly about Engadin, a place we love in different ways, a place that lingers in our eyes. He is lucky enough to be born there.

Casa Flora

Casa Flora

Venice, Italy

Azure is a rare colour in the animal and vegetable kingdoms. When we see it in nature, it is not proper azure, but the result of light diffraction: it happens with some birdsai??i?? feathers, the sky, ice, water and the wings of butterflies. Once squashed, blueberries are red rather than blue. So, which room did you choose? In which one did you sleep? In the azure one. In Casa Flora, the colours of the lagoon were brought into the rooms. There is the shade of green of the narrowest and clearest canals, the most heart-breaking Venetian shade of pink, and the soft azure of our room…

North Branch Inn

North Branch Inn

Catskills, Usa

Looking out from the Queen Room, in the softened light of a cloudless Saturday, you can experience the feeling of waking up in the suspended atmosphere of a secluded American province. As if the charm of a silent North American village was not a memorable morning by itself, imagine going down the creaky wooden stairs of the Post Office House, crossing the quiet North Branch Road, breathing fresh air, and entering the Main Inn House. Last night you sipped cider at the counter, then had a substantial late dinner and played bowling. Imagine filling a mug with freshly roasted coffee, a dish with apple and cinnamon tarts, and a bowl with granola and full-bodied farm milk. The smell of burned wood, of an outdoor Saturday, of woods. God bless America.

The Jane Hotel

The Jane Hotel

New York, Usa

It is impossible, as soon as you get in front of the stairs of this picturesque hotel by the Hudson River, not to recall to memory the latest fantastic film by Wes Anderson. Above all, it happens thanks to the conciergesai??i?? look, but also thanks to the enduring peculiar and timeless atmosphere that Jane Hotel maintains since its early days. Do not choose a single room with shared bathroom if you do not have a strong adaptability; do it instead if you have a weakness for unconventional accommodations and/or for the tiny compartments of yesteryear trains.

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