We all need a place to escape and read trashy magazines. For some it’s the bathroom, but I’ve always felt that where you wipe your intimates is no place for kicking back with Closer magazine. I prefer a more refined spot to ponder what naughty things they’re gonna find in Sarkozy’s diaries. Probably naked selfies that were meant for Carla and this is going to be FUN.

When I need a little down time, I head to this serene spot beneath the library. It’s very quiet and peaceful and through the southern window, I can catch a glimpse of the knot garden. I’ve spent hours here, pretending to read The Atlantic while really judging Julie Gayet’s eye makeup. Oh. And I found that stunning Louis XV sofa at Mazarin Antiquités while on a weekend escape to Aix. I knew right when I saw it that my château would be its new home. He and I are very happy here.

Bisous,
Madeline