TURNING MOMENTS INTO MEMORIES
SPARK THE IMAGINATION
STIMULATE YOUR SENSES
Our passion is driven by turning each and every guest’s stay into emotional
experiences! What are you waiting for? Pick your room!
experiences! What are you waiting for? Pick your room!
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Our manifesto
Turning every guest’s stay into emotional experiences!
Dear guest,
On the plesant shore of the french riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel. Deferential palms cool its flushed façade, and before it stretches a short dazzling beach. Lately it has become a summer resort of notable and fashionable people; a decade ago it was almost deserted after its English clientele went north in April. Now, many bungalows cluster near it, but when this story begins only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water lilies among the massed pines between Gausse’s Hôtel des Étrangers and Cannes, five miles away.
On the plesant shore of the french riviera, about half way between Marseilles and the Italian border, stands a large, proud, rose-colored hotel. Deferential palms cool its flushed façade, and before it stretches a short dazzling beach. Lately it has become a summer resort of notable and fashionable people; a decade ago it was almost deserted after its English clientele went north in April. Now, many bungalows cluster near it, but when this story begins only the cupolas of a dozen old villas rotted like water lilies among the massed pines between Gausse’s Hôtel des Étrangers and Cannes, five miles away.