Whispers of 1742: A Normandy Château Crowned by Giant Sequoias

Step through the wrought-iron gates where time itself seems to pause—here, in the heart of Normandy’s rolling countryside, a 1742 château stands as both guardian and masterpiece of its 25-acre kingdom. This is no ordinary estate, but a living tapestry of history and nature, where the Marquis de Baglioni once walked the same sun-dappled paths now shaded by one of Normandy’s tallest giant sequoias, its 50-meter crown whispering secrets to the wind. The château, its 19th-century wings gracefully extended like outstretched arms, has been lovingly restored—roofs and timberwork reborn in 2016, its west wing now a luminous 110 m² sanctuary with three bedrooms where morning light spills across original herringbone floors.

Beyond the main residence, the estate unfolds like a storybook: a 19th-century aviary, reimagined as a 115 m² guesthouse where guests wake to birdsong filtering through leaded glass; a half-timbered jewel awaiting its next chapter; and a shepherd’s cottage standing sentinel at the edge of the English-style park, planted in 1820 with over 800 trees—50 species of rare and centuried giants, their gnarled roots anchoring legends in the soil. Here, the air carries the scent of damp earth and wild roses, the only sounds the rustle of leaves and the distant chime of Lisieux’s bells, just 15 minutes away.

This is a place where heritage breathes. The stables still echo with the phantom steps of horses long gone, while the park—listed for its historic significance—offers a private world where every path leads to discovery: a hidden grove, a sunlit glade, or the promise of the sea just 40 kilometers distant. Paris feels a world away (though only 180 kilometers to the east), for this is Normandy as it was meant to be—untouched, grand, and alive with possibility. The structural work completed in 2025 ensures modernity hums quietly beneath the patina of centuries, ready for its next custodian to write the following chapter. A rare haven, indeed, where the past isn’t just preserved—it’s *lived*.