Whispers of Provence: A Secluded 1.2-Hectare Sanctuary Near Fayence

Perched upon a sun-drenched plateau in the golden hills of Tourrettes, where the air hums with the scent of wild lavender and the distant chime of Fayence’s church bells, this 1.2-hectare estate unfolds like a secret kept by the Provence itself. Here, time slows—no neighbors disturb the horizon, no sound competes with the rustle of cypress trees or the laughter drifting from the free-form pool, its waters mirroring the endless azure sky.

The house, a masterpiece of understated elegance, stretches across 196 square meters of thoughtfully designed living space, where modernity whispers to tradition. Step through the entrance hall, bathed in southern light, and the soul of the home reveals itself: to the east, a kitchen where dark gray wood and sleek surfaces blend seamlessly with double-glazed windows framing the estate’s rolling vistas. Beyond lies a back kitchen, laundry, and boiler room—every detail considered, every need anticipated. But it is the west that steals the breath—a grand living room anchored by a crackling fireplace, its twin bay windows inviting the golden hour to spill across the floors, while a ground-floor bedroom, tucked at the western edge, offers solitude with its private bathroom, a retreat within a retreat.

Ascend the staircase, and the upper level unfolds like the chapters of a beloved novel. The master suite, a sanctuary of tranquility, shares this floor with a child’s bedroom—each with their own bathrooms—while two additional guest rooms, connected by a shared bathroom, promise comfort for those who come to linger in this paradise. Central heating, powered by a pellet boiler less than five years young, ensures warmth even when the Mistral wind sings through the valleys, while double-glazed windows cocoon the home in quiet.

Outside, the land stretches flat and generous, a rare canvas in Provence’s undulating terrain. The swimming pool, an organic curve of shimmering water, is crowned by a fully equipped pool house—barbecue sizzling under the plane trees, a beach-like terrace where bare feet meet sun-warmed stone. Enclosed by a fence and guarded by an electric gate, this is a world unto itself, yet merely five minutes from Fayence’s cobblestone charm and Tourrettes’ timeless allure.

Here, the ordinary fades. The view—uninterrupted, breathtaking—becomes a daily ritual. The silence, broken only by the occasional cry of a soaring eagle or the crunch of gravel underfoot, is a luxury as rare as the estate itself. This is not merely a home; it is a legacy, a place where the land, the light, and the architecture conspire to create something extraordinary. And it waits, just for you.