Spoerry’s Waterfront Masterpiece: A Tropezian Dream on Three Shores

There exists, at the very edge of Port-Grimaud—where the Mediterranean whispers against private piers and the golden light of Provence lingers like a lover’s promise—a residence so singular it feels less like a home and more like a living work of art. This is the personal sanctuary of François Spoerry, the visionary architect who sculpted Port-Grimaud itself, a place where water embraces land on three sides, cradling 100 meters of the Côte d’Azur’s most coveted shoreline in its arms.

Step through the wrought-iron gates at the end of a secluded cul-de-sac, where the world falls away and time bends to the rhythm of lapping waves. Here, beneath vaulted ceilings soaring to 4.28 meters in the grand salon—where sunlight pools like liquid gold across terracotta tiles—the air hums with the quiet prestige of a life designed for both grandeur and intimacy. Eight suites, each a private haven with its own bathroom, unfold across 600 square meters of living space, their 3.93-meter ceilings arched like the hull of a ship, as if the very walls remember the architect’s maritime dreams.

This is a home of thresholds and transformations: a library where the scent of aged leather mingles with salt breeze, its shelves reached directly from the boathouse—a rarity so exquisite it feels like a secret. Imagine gliding in from the turquoise expanse of the Gulf of Saint-Tropez, your fingers still damp from the helm, to lose yourself among first editions as the sun dips behind the Estérel mountains. Or hosting soirées where the dining room’s long table becomes a stage for candlelit stories, while beyond the floor-to-ceiling glass, two swimming pools mirror the star-scattered sky.

Three kitchens—one for the chef’s artistry, another for the caretaker’s quiet efficiency, a third for guests who arrive by yacht and stay for weeks—ensure every craving is met without a whisper of effort. The main villa, the guest apartment, the caretaker’s quarters: each space is a world unto itself, yet bound by Spoerry’s genius for harmony. Below, a laundry level and workshop hum with the unobtrusive pulse of a home that runs like a Swiss timepiece, while the garage cradles your collection of cars as preciously as the boathouse guards your vessel.

And then, there is the location—a privilege so rare it borders on myth. In minutes, your boat cuts through the waves to the heart of Saint-Tropez’s port, where the clink of champagne flutes and the murmur of international glamour await. Or turn toward Pampelonne, where the sand is warm beneath your feet and the beach clubs buzz with the energy of the Riviera’s elite. Yet here, in your waterbound fortress, you are untouchable. Port-Grimaud’s ultra-secure estate wraps around you 365 days a year, a gilded cocoon where privacy is not a luxury but a birthright.

This is more than a property; it is a legacy etched in stone and light, a place where Spoerry’s architectural poetry meets the timeless allure of the Mediterranean. To own it is to inherit a fragment of the Côte d’Azur’s soul—a home where every sunset is a masterpiece, and every morning begins with the sea at your doorstep.