Ervaar de rust in de Lot streek in eleven luxury French lodgings for guests
Welcom in a serene toevluchtsoord in het hart van de Lot, our elk moment is ontworpen for your pure ontspanning in verjonging. On our luxury vakantiehouses, complete with warm weather, it is exclusive to your passenger (16+), and you can also enjoy the luxury in the idyllic French platteland of Cassagnes, near Puy l'Évêque in Prayssac.
However, I have to say that I have to wake up and say that you have to go to the valley of Lot, where the fris is in the landscaping road. Ons charming gehucht is omgeven door 17 hectare ongerepte natuur, waar wilde herten vaak rondlopen en rust je constant metgezel is.
Onze boetiekgîtes biden een perfecte mix van luxe en privacy, met drie op maat gemaakte self-catering villa's die ervoor zorgen dat je verblijf net zo veilig als bijzonder est. Yesterday I was there for an overnight stay, a weekend I had a long vacation, we loved it and I didn't have any telemedicine. Eleven lodgings are ideal for digital nomads and have a rustic feel, with productivity in mind and with balance in the balance.
In het hart van de Malbec-wijnstreek, op steenworp afstand van de beste wijngaarden die Frankrijk te biden heeft. Before I do, the door will be placed in the left and right of the machine, but it will be damaged by the region.
Then I know when you see it, but I don't know what to do with it, I don't even know what to do with the past, the historical past, the weekend marks in schilderachtige wandel-, wandel- en fietsroutes. We have a flight that takes place on earth, where it comes to earth and also takes place - the perfect earth is in contact with you and it is natural. Of course, I have no genesis on the serene platteland of the cultural currents of Lot ontdekt, and the moment yesterday is one that can be experienced.
Yesterday komen is net zo eenvoudig als de ontspanning die je te wachten staat. We are proud to say that we are on the road to Bergerac, but we are on the road to Toulouse and I am the same as the city of Bordeaux. I don't know when rust begins at the moment when I start.
We can't wait until I see you in eleven small hoeks of these things.