When I left the Hôtel du Cap-Eden-Roc in 2009, the brief from the families I had been looking after was always the same: fewer villas, known better.
Sixteen years later, the portfolio is still thirty-eight properties. I still travel from Villefranche-sur-Mer to inspect each one in May and again in September — checking the cistern, walking the cliff path, sitting on the terrace at seven in the evening when the light moves across the bay. Nothing in our catalogue has been added on a Tuesday afternoon from an email and a set of photographs.
What this means for the people who stay with us is a small, finite collection of houses our team genuinely knows. Our concierges can tell you which bedroom catches the mistral at four in the morning, which villa has a kitchen pass large enough for the chef you used last summer, and how to time the boat from Beaulieu so you arrive at the dock while the rosé is still cold. We are not the largest villa company on the Riviera. We have never tried to be.
If you write to us with a date, a party size and a rough idea of budget, I can promise one thing: a real person will read it the same day, and a real house — not an algorithm — will be suggested to you.