We would rather show you round than tell you about it. Come in at dusk, and take the house the way a guest comes to know it.
The house at night, seen from the water.
Paintings in the west wing.
Gilt mirrors along the ground-floor corridor.
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A canal-side palace, held between water and sky.
Afternoon in the salon.
The canal, framed.
The lounge, from the gallery above.
Autumn, from an open window.
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Tall rooms and a patient sun. The house was built for light to move through it.
Dark marble, a freestanding bath.
The Obsidian Suite, late.
The Harbour Room at sunset.
Linen, monogrammed.
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Not the whole room: the lamp, the linen, the desk by the window.
The Meridian Room.
Stone and steam.
A slow morning.
The Presidential Suite.
Oyster, cucumber, dill.
Tarte au citron, basil.
Marée, before the first guests.
Hand-dived scallop, brown butter, hazelnut.
Linen, glass and a gilt mirror.
At the pass.
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Marée after dark. The photographs follow the plates, close enough to see the salt.
Water, stone and light.
The thermal pools after dark.
The pool room, morning.
The steam room.
Before a ritual.
Brass and black stone.
The Aurelia signature massage.
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Water, stone and steam. The slowest chapter.
A private view, arranged by the concierge.
The city at dusk.
Across the water.
The city to the horizon.
Canal lights, after midnight.
A corner café, after rain.
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The city at the door, and what lies past it.


































