2 hours from Paris, it is a pretty, peaceful village, Villequier, who has been working on my imagination for a long time. Villequier, sadly known for having been the theater of a drama, that of the death of Leopoldine, the daughter of Victor Hugo.
A few steps from the family house dedicated to the poet, the old hotel in the village, transformed into a pub and then home, was bought by Jeanne and Simon, young couple bobo as nice as endearing. Originally from Villequier, Jeanne undertook a few years ago to refresh this building to make it take the diagonal of the cozy, thanks to shades of blue and green Farrow & Ball as I love them, soft cushions XXL, or furniture flea market and then revisited. The sense of detail dear to Nabokov, takes here all its meaning.
In front of us, the water slides exponentially, the Seine is full, beautiful and insolent beauty. It seems to pierce the landscape to make its way, sinuous, to the sea I had forgotten how the vision of water soothes the body and mind.
We feel good in this sweet house. Whether feasting on breakfast facing the water, or sipping a glass of wine at the bar, voluntarily preserved in its own juice.
When we learn that Guillaume Appolinaire and Marie Laurencin stayed here, in all discretion, to satisfy their passion, the loop is complete.