
A night in a listed house: the silence of the stones is not a selling point, it is a fact
It is six in the morning. The walls are eighty centimetres thick. No air-conditioning noise, no hum from a minibar. The light comes in from the east, filters through 19th-century blown glass and draws slightly distorted rectangles on the oak parquet. That is what a night in a house listed as a Historic Monument concretely changes.




