The Commedia del'Arte Suite

Commedia dell'Arte Suite

On the second floor of the Couvent des Capucines

It's a lodge suspended between sky and stone, a refuge of art and light where colors play with time.

Under the silent watch of the Saint-Valère church, the Commedia dell'Arte Suite unfolds its 25 m² like a small Venetian theater.

The twin beds, adorned in red and indigo, await their travelers like two actors before the premiere: one pensive, the other ready to laugh.

The living room, on the other hand, seems like a hushed stage. Light streams in through twin windows, gliding over the velvety cushions and shimmering off the marble of a table containing an antique lamp and a few flowers in a bouquet of eternity.

A butterfly flies across the wall painted with tropical flowers, settling for a moment on the coffee pot, the discreet companion of dreamy mornings.

The kettle whispers, the microwave greets with a modern wink, the little fridge keeps its icy secrets. Everything is simple, just right, ready to re-enact the comedy of everyday life.

In the powder room, blond stone and gilded brass recall the elegance of an Italian palazzo. The mirror, a little whimsical, reflects the image of a painted angel; you look at yourself as if you were backstage before entering the stage.

Here, every detail is a character: the curtain, confidant; the lamp, confidant; the painting, silent witness to dreams.

And when night falls on the square courtyard, when the bells are extinguished, the suite regains its sacred silence: that of a theater after the last line.

"We are made of the stuff of which dreams are woven, and our little life is surrounded by sleep."

William Shakespeare, The Tempest, Act IV, Scene I