They say this is one of the most beautiful and magical places in Puglia.
We are in the countryside of Polignano a Mare, characterized by dry stone walls, cultivated fields, and endless olive trees, where the clock seems to have stopped and everything is done with no rush.
We took the watch off a long time ago.


Welcome
Mimmo is the numbers man and Silvana the creative one.
And we dedicated 8 years to the farm renovation.
We did it by taking our time, without sudden accelerations, nor the anxiety to finish quickly.
In short, every aspect has been thought out and implemented with respect for the existing and its essential nature, enhancing it in the details.
This is why we kept the niches and the original stones on some walls and floors. Now some niches have become small open wardrobes, and the original stones alternate with concrete or old recovered wooden planks.
Gradually, over the years, alongside furniture already present and carefully restored, others have been added, found around, which we have whitened and brought back to their natural state or left with their original patina because they were already beautiful as they were.
For fabrics, we searched through trunks and among old linens, choosing natural fibers such as cotton and raw linen, along with finely embroidered sheets.
Everything here tells of timeless simplicity.
Suites and Rooms
During the renovation, we moved with gentleness, touching the structure as little as possible, to enhance what already existed and transport those who choose it back in time.
That's why, as was customary in ancient farmhouses, the floors are made of concrete, stone, or old wooden planks, and at the windows, you will not find curtains, but shutters.
There is no wardrobe, replaced by an olive branch reminiscent of the farmer's habit of hanging his jacket on a tree before starting work in the fields.
The vivid white of the lime dominates and is softened by the neutral tones chosen for the fabrics...
Wedding
The background music, two hearts beating simultaneously, the long stairs, and the seemingly endless path that will lead me towards the union... with you.



























