Cocomar: A Normandy Dream Woven in Texas Soil

Beyond the wrought-iron gates, where towering oaks stand sentinel over 7.28 acres of whispering forest, lies *Chateau Cocomar*—a masterpiece of Normandy’s golden age transplanted to the heart of Champions. Here, time slows as sunlight spills through leaded windows, painting marble floors in liquid gold and tracing the curves of antique fixtures plucked from Europe’s grandest estates. This is no mere residence; it is a living legend, a 37,000-square-foot symphony of stone and light, where every corridor hums with the promise of grandeur untold.

Step into the soaring first-floor ballroom, where crystal chandeliers drizzle light like melted stars over a dance floor built for a thousand dreams. The air still carries the faintest echo of waltzes past, though now it waits—patient, expectant—for your own story to unfold. Adjacent, the library stands as a sanctuary of leather and mahogany, its shelves groaning under the weight of forgotten tomes, the scent of aged paper mingling with the faintest hint of gardenias drifting through open casements.

Seven private suites, each a cocoon of opulence, offer retreat behind doors carved with the quiet confidence of old-world craftsmanship. Wake to birdsong filtering through linen drapes, then descend in the brass-lined elevator—yes, even to the wine cellar below—to where the chef’s kitchen gleams with professional-grade splendor, ready to transform the day’s harvest into feasts worthy of kings. And when the Texas sunset ignites the sky, the sprawling terrace beckons, its stones warm beneath bare feet, the Italian fountain’s murmur a lullaby for the soul.

Outside, the gazebo stands like a sentinel in an enchanted glade, ivy curling around its bones as fireflies begin their evening dance. This is a place where memories are not made but *bestowed*—where a child’s laughter in the billiard room becomes heirloom, where the clink of champagne flutes in the grand ballroom writes itself into the chateau’s next chapter.

Built as a single-family sanctuary yet effortlessly hosting a thousand guests, Cocomar is a paradox: intimately yours, yet designed for legacy. It is the rare jewel where Normandy’s romance meets Texas’ bold spirit—a castle not of fairy tales, but of *your* fairy tale, waiting to begin.