At the limits of the dunes of the North Sea,
in those lands exposed to the winds and to rugged climates,
we went looking for inspiration
In search of a lost light, our road came to an end in this village,
in front of a house from another century.
Imposing, made of charcoal bricks, welcoming, with its weathered walls, stairs, and tiles,
worn until they had become irreplaceable.
We rush into autumn and winter like we enter our home.
Enveloped in colours, stories, images, and words that make you travel.
We need the heat of the fire, the aromas of a flavoursome kitchen, music and silence…
We need only a refuge.