A life on the heel

Anyone who’s watched the tv program “Husdrömmar Sicilien” on svt will go bananas over this property located in the town of Sava in the south of Italy, right on it’s heel so to speak. Like Bill and Marie you could save the faded walls and beautiful floor tiles from some ikea-happy, white walls renovation.

So many beautiful tiles!!!!

Imagine bathroom in here. With a huge freestanding bathtub and a citrus tree..

Pictures from my Pinterest.

Ok, we have to dive into the wonder that is Palazzo Cirillo in Sicily now, where interior decorator Marie and her husband Bill has created a piece of house-magic.

Mural by artist Mirja Ilkka
Art work by Emilia Ilke

Pictures from Marie Olsson Nylanders instagram.

Damn, I think I have to buy a house in Italy soon…

Wilhelmsberg

The mindless scrolling of real estate sites is oftentimes quite uneventful but sometimes you stumble upon a house that takes your breath away. Wilhelmsberg in Gothenburg is just that. Built in a rather unusual Neo renaissance-is style from 1868 by the cities head architect Victor von Gegerfelt. A mini castle with 22 rooms. Originally built for a merchant, who made his fortune in tobacco, as a little summer get away.

This amazing house was nearly demolished in the 1960s after being uninhabited on and off for years!

If I lived here I would do nothing but waltz around in my silk kimono sipping champagne, just saying.

The details!

Also, I would invest in a comfy arm chair placed just here where I would sit and read my WH Auden whilst maybe switching before mentioned champagne for some tea.

The inspiration for Wilhelmsberg was apparently a castle in Normandie.

Post card from 1906.

I’ll close this swoon-fest with Gegerfelts most famous work, the fish and shellfish market Feskekörka from 1874, literally the fish church.

The one where I live in a castle in Issigeac, France…

Welcome to my humble home this glorious spring afternoon! Albert and Coraline, our two resident swans, is busy trimming the pond, making sure not a piece of grass is out of order. Here in the south west of France life is calm and full of history. On Sundays I visit the market in the quant little medieval town of Issigeac nearby. There I stroll with my weaved basket, buying all the fromage, fresh fruit and vegetables I can carry. But today is a day for just wandering in the garden and the adjacent woods, accompanied by my own thoughts and the family’s chocolate brown labrador, Theodor. Having found som wild flowers in a small glade I make my way back to the chateau, arms filled with a big bunch of flowers.

After placing the flowers in a jug in the kitchen and a light kiss on my husbands cheek I end up in my living room. Curled up in an arm chair reading a book after I’ve poured myself a glass of apéritif in one of these cute little 19th century glasses.

In the kitchen my husband is preparing a late lunch. I can hear him whistling to a Otis Redding tune “When this whole world gets tired of us. We’ll have each other and all our charms”.

Lucky me, we are having a roast lamb with thyme cream sauce á la Mimi Thorisson. I tell the chef he is an absolute god in the kitchen and he chuckles and says “for those kind words I´ll even do the dishes”.

Oh dear! All that deliciousness made me a bit sleepy, time for a nap..

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