Main villa and various annexes with exclusive access to a spectacular and long portion of the Argentario's equipped beach. Exclusive residence comprising a main building and several annexes as follows:
All the buildings are connected by a single garden on several levels. Two-storey main villa: ground floor: double entrance, triple living room, dining kitchen hallway, guest bathroom, closet, terrace and garden first floor: 4 bedrooms, a wardrobe, 4 bathrooms, independent entrance, terrace, first annexe on the right from the sea: composed of 2 levels: ground floor: 2 garages and parking area first floor: mini-apartment with living room, kitchen, bathroom, closet, terrace Boiler room second annexe on the right from the sea: composed of room with bathroom first annexe on the left: composed of 4 levels sea level: storage for boats up to dimensions of the order of 30 feet, large cubic capacity and height. Winch, tanks for outboard motors and slide into the sea. Level 1: two independent apartments and sink with bathroom, boiler room and drying room.
First apartment consisting of: 2 bedrooms, bathroom with shower and small wardrobe, two terraces overlooking the sea. Second apartment (on the back) consisting of: living room with kitchenette, bedroom, bathroom with tub, Level 2: Large terrace overlooking the sea, garden, kitchen, dining room, Level 3: mini apartment with living room, kitchen, bathroom, terrace Equipped beach 150 m Wharf with 3m overhead draft, 3 platforms. 2 accesses from the road, one of which is suitable for vehicles.
The technical description cannot convey the beauty and exclusivity of such a property, better described by a writer (LG for confidentiality reasons), a regular guest of this residence, who has dedicated a private story to this property which we report below integrally:
""The sunrise. I like to watch the sun rise straight in front of me, across the bay. It appears suddenly and on time behind the hill and stretches out to light the sea up to my feet, firmly on the cliff. They are all still asleep. Not me, I almost never do. I wait for them to come out of their rooms and join me for breakfast. It is a beautiful moment. We are all in the outdoor dining room, overlooking the large terrace overlooking the sea of which I am so proud. Everyone announces their program for the day, grateful to those who have already gone to the village to buy newspapers and croissants for everyone. The children go down to the sea, quickly slip into the storage and come out armed with dinghies and rowing boats that they let slip into the water. Among the adults, some go shopping preferably by sea: the gozzo is already waiting at the dock. It's hot but the irrigation system has done its job. The garden and my plants are in place and I feel fresh and ready for the long day. The sea. It is an integral part of my unique being. It laps my foundations and tickles me on the beach and on the concrete piers. The water, clean and clear, allows me to distinguish life below the surface even from above. Sand, pebbles, rocks, fish, octopus, sea urchins, starfish. Sometimes, and at certain times, morays are also seen. A show that never tires me. They live intensely my aquatic part and this makes me proud. There are those who fish, those who read lying on sun loungers, those who chat, those who receive guests who always arrive quite numerous from land or by boat. There are those who swim, those who play, those who teach the dog new exercises, those who grease with cream, those who talk nonstop on the phone and those who think. Someone writes. I follow them all carefully. The bell. Sounds: it's time for lunch. They have imagination and inventiveness. The storage becomes a banquet room and the ping pong table, duly dressed in a made-to-measure tablecloth, is transformed into a table set with many, many covers. Flowers and decorations (sometimes bizarre but discreet) are never lacking. A few strokes are enough and they all arrive. It is always a party. A cheerful procession unfolds up and down my stairs. Large wicker baskets are brought from the kitchen filled with colorful, inviting and summery dishes, mostly. However, by tradition (whose origins are mysterious) in August they eat, among other things, polenta and panettone. Curious, of course, but I assure you that none of the guests have ever disdained! … Fruit, coffee and ice cream. Then "nap" or, for the more daring, swim or canoe. The most methodical, on the other hand, in the pine forest of my garden, collect pine nuts which they peel with surgical precision in order to then make a fragrant pesto. The children, young pirates, persevere in the naval battle in which even the very small ones sit on the bottom of the hulls and harnessed armrests participate. The shadow. In the late afternoon the sun moves behind me. The colors change but the atmosphere grows. It is the same, I imagine, that Guelfo Civinini breathed, former owner of the hill where I am, together with Gabriele D'Annunzio, his regular guest. Sorry for the vanity! Returning to more current issues, it is the moment of the day when someone among them (only those with the pressure that allows it!) Allows themselves a sauna. I wait for them on the edge of the tub. I enjoy their faces, distorted by the heat when they come out, and contracted by the cold as soon as they immerse themselves in the icy water. The terrace. At sunset we are all here together. Aperitifs, background music, more or less elegant “mises”. Let's go to dinner. Another very long table, another not exactly fast meal. How wonderful! I listen to them tell, remember, imagine: I watch them live. They live me. Then the children go to bed, the grown-ups still do not. Those who do not go out still know how to spend the evening. So with them, taken individually, in twos or in variable groups, I played cards until late at night (there was no lack of crowned heads), I danced, sang, celebrated. I have reflected on human affairs, I have rocked three generations, I have changed many things, I have welcomed new friends and greeted those who have not returned. I organized weddings, planned trips, made irony and laughed, above all I laughed. I know many secrets (which will remain so). A life, mine, maybe not always easy but happy for sure. The night. Absolute quiet. Only the stars and the light lapping of the waves. The winter. They visit me often. On weekends, at Christmas, New Year and whenever they can. When they are not there I miss them but I am not jealous: if they go away they will have a good reason and if they always come back to me too! In the colder months, life here is more "internal" but just as lively and pleasant. The liquid from the radiator circulates within my walls like blood in the veins, heating the rooms and the heart. The menu becomes suitable for the season (polenta and panettone) and the meat cooked on the grill diffuses the typical smell of friendship in the garden. The mistral becomes more insistent and touches my profile with solemn force. The sea dances in the wind in a sensual dance. The waves cover the beach and the platforms and would enter the storage but They protect me with special wooden boards applied to the door. The salt, from time to time, reaches the windows of the living rooms embroidering the glass with light white lace. It is suggestive and it is part of my nature. Well, that's it. I spent the whole night telling you about me. I look up: it is dawn. The sun explodes in the east and it is hot. It is the beginning of a new summer and a new day. I have to go and take care of them and help them grow and improve, win battles and fulfill dreams because I love them as they love me. Everything else is a detail. "
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