"At the end of the dirt road, behind the half-open gate, the mansion sits in its century-old park. White, majestic without a flash of the eye, solid and reassuring like a third line of rugby, it looks like a family home that you only have in your dreams. The immense trees soften the sun of a spring evening perfumed by the sweetness of life. We haven't put our bags there yet, but already we know that happiness is in Chalosse.

A few days in this still secret place are worth all the stays in Saint-Tropez or on the Atlantic coast. And it's a Biarrot who tells you. After a dip in the swimming pool nestled in the greenery, we will have an aperitif under the lime tree. Later, we will spend the night in a large room weathered by time and generations. A light wind will make the curtains shiver. In the distance, the song of the piping robin will accompany the silence. What if it was a dream? So he would be called Viernave. "