
Eleven rooms above a lemon grove in the hills of Puglia. Stone floors, linen sheets, breakfast until noon and nowhere you need to be.
Each room is furnished from local workshops — hand-thrown lamps, olive-wood tables, lime-washed walls.
Figs from the garden, ricotta from the farm next door, coffee from a lever machine older than the house.
Twenty metres of spring water under the lemon trees, warmed by the afternoon sun.
Four courses, one long table, whatever the market had that morning.
Hand-drawn maps to the coast, the old monastery and the best gelato in Ostuni.
No televisions, no lobby music, no schedule. Just good chairs in the shade.
“The kind of place you plan to leave on Thursday and find yourself still there on Sunday, barefoot, with a book you didn't bring.”
Ground floor, opening onto the lemon grove.
Our favourite. Views to the sea from the bath.
Every room, the pool and the cook, for up to 22 guests.
September and October are quieter, warmer in the water and golden by four o'clock.