The August day promises to be hot and bright, yet the blazing sun goes wonderfully with this large pink and white villa, designed by the architect François Vieillecroze, which unfurls its opulence in a style reminiscent of Hollywood.

On this summer morning, when the freshly mowed lawn is still wet from dew, the white-and-pink¬striped cushions have not yet been placed on the chaise longues, and an abundant breakfast has been arranged on a table set up outside. An air of softness and indolence prevails. No trace of last night\'s party remains. The house, perfectly immaculate, is ready for the new day. One by one, the family members and their guests gather around the large table.
You might suppose that this scene comes right out of a movie. Everything here alludes to the American dream. A long zoom shot. The wide perron framed by small palms leads to the double entrance doors made of light wood. Once inside, your eye is drawn immediately to the infinite depth of field of the landscape, barely veiled by the immense sliding picture windows.
Wherever your eye rests, the suave colors of the decor heighten the impression that you have walked into a film shot in Technicolor. Against a milky-white background, candy Pink—the color of choice of the master of the house and his daughter—flirts harmoniously with a lively anise green. The living room, white and spacious, welcomes us with its long sofas, deep floral-print armchairs, and the dazzling smiles of family and friends in portraits astutely arranged.
The expanse of the terrace, which extends the entire length of the living room, is broken up by white columns and bowls of flowers. On the other side lies a deep green lawn. Is this the seventh art or reality ? A young man crosses the grass toward a large pool house. On the terrace, shaded by tall climbing plants, he sits in a wide white wicker armchair, unfolds a magazine, and brings a glass to his lips. 
Not far away, while the bright sun illuminates the verdant scenery like some fabulous projector, a young woman and her son, soon to be joined by a couple, take their places beside the swimming pool covered in pink mosaics. The child jumps cheerfully into the clear, tepid water. The long beach of Pampelonne and the sea stretch out before them. Like an exclamation point, the Camarat Lighthouse lends a final note to this magnificent production. Two small white dogs play, running zigzags around numerous palm trees of all sizes. Tearing down the twisting path edged with banks of lavender, they burst into a huge field of olive trees planted in three orderly rows. In the evening, as the sun sets and the lights in the garden come on, their distorted trunks and gray foliage rival in grandeur the palm trees, with their straight trunks and slender leaves.
As the air softens on this summer evening and the enchantment of the lights spreads a mood of tranquillity over the villa, the family and its many guests savor the mellowness of this American dream, transposed to the Saint-Tropez peninsula.