LE CLOS DE LA FONTAINE
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Bed and breakfast with a beautiful pool and view on the hills
The fence is a small postcard of Provence with its walls of ochre and stone, its fountain in the middle of the courtyard, the boardwalk lined with cypress trees and the beautiful swimming pool with view of the hills. The house respects all the codes by using its worn beams, its bleached vault and the covered pergola. The grapes can even be eaten when the season is ready. In the lounge, a home cinema for rainy days and small corners throughout the park so that everyone can find a minute's contemplation.
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We arrived — my wife, daughter, dog, and I — expecting a peaceful escape. What we discovered was something much deeper: a sanctuary that feels lived in, loved, and timeless. The hosts, and their gracious daughter, welcomed us not as guests, but as family. Their warmth wasn’t performative—it was sincerity personified.
The room whispered elegance: pale stone floors, soft linen curtains drifting in the breeze, a delicate scent of lavender in the air. Subtle details—a dried bloom, handcrafted soap—spoke of care, not decoration. It felt like stepping onto a film set where Alain Delon might casually lean in the doorway, sunglasses in hand.
And our dog—our joyful companion—wasn’t just tolerated, but embraced. She bounded around the terrace, tail wagging, free and content, as if Provence had carved out a space just for her. That carefree joy in her eyes mirrored our own.
Mornings unfolded like poetry: fresh bread still warm, vibrant seasonal fruit, cold-pressed juices, and homemade jams so divine they brought tears of delight. Not a meal, but a ceremony—set beneath the gentle Provençal sun.
Days drifted into afternoons by the pool: rosé in hand, laughter and conversation under vine-shaded trellises, accompanied by the soft hum of cicadas. The view of the Luberon hills held a quiet majesty that paused time itself.
When a surprise online meeting came up, our hosts simply said, “Stay as long as you need.” That was it—no fuss, no formality: genuine care woven seamlessly into the experience.
The pool—crystal, serene—framed by olive trees and that vast sky. Floating there, I thought that this wasn’t a hotel. It was a refuge. A pause in time. A story unfolding.
And yes, there’s a cinematic quality here: the kind Hemingway might have paused mid-sentence to savour, the kind Alain Delon would inhabit effortlessly. Yet the real beauty is in the authenticity—people who know what hospitality truly means.
Les Clos de la Fontaines isn’t just a stay. It’s a gift: understated elegance, genuine care, shared by people with hearts wide open. Every moment—every sight, smell, sound—is etched in memory.
If you ever find it, stay. Stay long. Your heart, your family—and yes, even your dog—will thank you.