The genesis
“The land I once ran away from in my youth has finally given me back a taste for simplicity, and a longing for the sea and the sun.”
A Tuscan Woman
“Fate carried us to a corner of Tuscany that feels like Provence — peaceful, pine‑scented, and close to the sea.”
A Provençal Man
A story that began too early, and resumed at the perfect time
Once upon a time, there were two fifteen‑year‑olds — a dreamy Provençal boy and a radiant Tuscan girl — whose paths crossed too early for them to stay together for long. Life then carried each of them toward different horizons.
Years later, as the dawn of their forties began to rise, their paths crossed again, as if time had simply been waiting for the right moment.
From this second encounter came a wonderful daughter, welcomed like a princess by her two half‑brothers.
And here we are today, all of us writing a new chapter together: a farm in Tuscany, a place of nature and sharing, imagined as a refuge where family and friends — from yesterday, today, and tomorrow — can gather.
At thirty‑eight, chance — or destiny, for the romantics — brought us together again in Paris.
A child, suitcases always ready, and the certainty that after traveling from Patagonia to Lapland, through the Amazon and the Icelandic Highlands, our true home had always been this corner of the world where olive trees have grown for centuries and the pines look like parasols.
The world fell silent.
Between two lockdowns, a quiet truth emerged:
if everything could stop overnight, then it might as well be in a place where tomatoes ripen under your own sun, where olive oil flows from your own trees, and where each evening the sunset unfolds from the top of your own hill.
Retirement? A mere formality.
The real project is proving that you can grow older by planting trees, debating the perfect pizza recipe, and welcoming friends with a gentle warning:
“Careful, we do work here… just not too much.”
All we needed was a farmhouse, a hectare of clay soil, a well, and the modest ambition of becoming the kings of productive dolce far niente.
After all, who needs a retirement savings plan when you have pine trees, olive groves, and a view that never grows old?