A house like a novel

There is a mystery houses and apartments. Along the facades, the night we sometimes distinguished silhouettes that pass behind the windows. Who are they? the inhabitants of a house whose walls tell a story? The characters in this What particularly novel human existence? I like the title of this novel Francois Nourissier, "The master of the house." He suggests that an owner is in some so the biographer himself. The paintings on the walls, furniture, how even with the bodies move from one room to another or make up a story board. Does not do you the same word, living room, to designate a piece of approval or exhibition of paintings? Of all the rooms where I passed, I have the memory of climates, conversations, faces. Proust's work oscillates Does not between Verdurin salon and lounge Guermantes? When I enter a house, I try soon to decipher the novel. There is a history, a genealogy, of happiness and accidents, secrets. This issue of "Properties of France" coincides with the summer season. for me is the time of the year I was welcomed into homes in Corsica friends, one close to Bastia, Ajaccio close to each other. They are one and the other clinging to hillside slope in towards the beach. The walls are gently heated. the sun played on the curtains of the rooms. Facing the eternal time of the sea in the beautiful twilight settles the magic of a chapter of human life: the house becomes the shell of a dream. Thus one can live a romance in the homes of others. The magazine you hold in your hands to invite romantic one. Therefore the leaf a beautiful book from the library of dreams.

© LEA CRESPI