The gardens
A perfect rectangle of greenery of one's own, drawn like a French formal garden. Not to be found anywhere else in the neighbourhood.
In the Faubourg Saint-Germain, behind a carriage door that nothing announces, the Paris of embassies and private gardens. One of the last addresses of this calibre.
The door opens onto a paved courtyard, set back from the street. Blond cut stone, a wall fountain, the silence of a private mansion. You have already left Paris.
Beneath the vaulted vestibule, the grand staircase unrolls its patinated wrought-iron rail towards the étage noble. Everything here has been restored, nothing has been altered.
Between a paved court of honour and a French formal garden, a mansion where Paris falls silent.
Versailles parquet, marble fireplaces, original mouldings: four south-facing windows look out over the garden's foliage.
En enfilade, beneath the restored panelling, the formal table faces the court of honour. Twenty places beneath the chandelier.
The entire southern side of the étage noble: ceilings of four metres twenty, a canopied bed, three windows onto greenery.
A perfect rectangle of greenery of one's own, drawn like a French formal garden. Not to be found anywhere else in the neighbourhood.
Beneath the basement vaults, a pool, a hammam and a resting room carved into the stone. The crowning piece of the house.
The eighteenth-century cut stone, cleaned in the traditional manner, gives the courtyard back its original light.
You write to us. A first confidential exchange, with no commitment.
Together we confirm the seriousness and the fit of the acquisition project.
A visit by appointment, behind closed doors, accompanied and unhurried.
From offer to signature, full guidance until the keys are handed over.