The garden
A garden as a common room where you relax, where you have breakfast in the sun and where you profit in the evening of dinners that do not finish...
When we arrived, the garden did not look like nothing any more. It had a pretty potential with an orange tree, a fig tree, a huge palm tree and an invading bougainvillea... coming from the neighbor.
To handle the spade is not frightening me, I do not disavow my agricultural education... I recreated what I like to name the garden of a defrocked priest!
A closed and secret space where colors and perfumes of the Riviera marry briskly.
Click on the photo to see the garden.