Lumiere

The estate composes the quintessential Corfiot summer — the one the Durrells knew, of cicadas at midday and the sea turning to hammered silver at dusk — into a residence built for the way that summer is actually lived: across thresholds, between shade and glare, with the doors open. A two-storey main house sits at the centre of the plot. Two earth-sheltered guest accommodations are positioned discreetly among the olives, reached by stone paths. The arrangement gives the estate generous interior...