When you walk into the “Chambre du Camp du Drap d’Or”, time stops and you enter the curiosity room of an amateur.
Which ones are the real books: those in the bookcase or the trompe l’oeil painting on the doors? Each piece of furniture, each object tells a story. The trunk could have travelled with Montaigne; the gargoyles and other sculptures could have met Quasimodo; on the chimney, there is a stone medallion: isn’t it Louis XI in the middle?
The bathroom, decorated with subtlety, intimacy and warmth, is hidden behind a trompe l’oeil.
This past, so stamped with a protective cocoon, surrounds you. The large canopy bed emphasizes this journey through centuries in contemporary comfort.