My Godfather's family has such beautiful houses all over the place. I loved all of them. Observe, and join me in rankest jealousy.
Lunch laid on the terrace in Marseilles:
and your view of gardens, to the right:
From the terrace in Nans le Pins:
And one villa too many -- this house outside Pisa sits empty; there are too many other houses to visit, but they've owned this one for hundreds of years, and are reluctant to let it go. Beautifully overgrown gardens:
Shields in effigy, hung in a room that looked like it hadn't been opened in years:
I could be a house stowaway, hopping covertly from one to the next as they decamp for the season elsewhere -- they'll never catch me ...