A house on the hill, a port at its feet
The same family has kept this house for years. White walls, yellow shutters, a terrace of barrel cactus and old olive. From the terrace you look down on the marina: the masts, the breakwater, the boats coming in. The town stays low and white around the water. Behind it, the Tramuntana. We keep the rooms simple and the doors open, and the bay does the rest.
We keep the rooms simple and the doors open. The bay does the rest.