Whispers of Normandy: A Stone Farmhouse Retreat by the Sea

Just five minutes from the golden shores of Courseulles-sur-Mer, where the Channel’s salty breeze mingles with the scent of wild lavender, stands a timeless stone farmhouse—a sanctuary of elegance and history, fully reborn for modern luxury. Here, between the rolling Normandy countryside and the bustling charm of Caen (a mere twenty minutes away), a rare harmony unfolds: a 300 m² principal residence and its independent 200 m² gîte, both meticulously restored with materials of uncompromising quality, cradled within a landscaped park of nearly 5,000 m² where ancient oaks cast dappled shadows over manicured lawns.

Step through the heavy wooden door of the main house, and the past greets you with a whisper. The ground floor unfurls in a symphony of space—a grand living room anchored by a crackling fireplace, its flames dancing against centuries-old stone; a sunlit salon flowing seamlessly into a chef’s kitchen, where copper pots gleam and the aroma of fresh bread could linger. A quiet TV lounge beckons for evenings wrapped in cashmere, while a stately office, served by a discreet elevator, offers solitude for thought or work. Here, even practicality is poetic: a full bathroom on this level ensures every moment is effortless.

Ascend the staircase, its treads worn smooth by time, to discover two magnificent suites, each a private realm. Dressing rooms lined with cedar whisper of Parisian tailors and stolen weekends, while en-suite bathrooms—one with its own elevator access—pamper with deep soaking tubs and rain showers. Above, the second floor reveals a sprawling dressing room, a canvas awaiting transformation into a third bedroom, and a luminous bathroom where morning light spills across Carrara marble.

Across the garden, the gîte stands as a self-contained haven, its 200 m² designed for guests or income, yet never sacrificing charm. The ground floor’s open living space, with its kitchen at the heart, hums with the promise of shared meals and laughter. Upstairs, four bedrooms, each with its own character, gather around a central bathroom, while a gym and storage loft above offer space for renewal. Three garages stand ready for a collection of cars—or perhaps a vintage Citroën, dusted with sea salt from drives along the coast.

Outside, the park is a living tapestry: flowering hedges frame pathways that meander past hidden benches, while the distant chime of church bells from Courseulles-sur-Mer drifts on the wind. Paris is but 2.5 hours away—a fleeting journey for those who wish to trade the city’s pulse for the rhythm of the tides.

This is more than a home; it is a legacy. A place where stone walls hold stories, where the sea’s murmur lulls you to sleep, and where every detail—from the elevator’s silent glide to the gîte’s independent charm—has been considered, perfected, and presented for those who demand both soul and sophistication. Here, between the earth and the sky, Normandy’s spirit endures.