18th Century Château
Château, Park with 300 year old Lebanese Cedar Trees, 3 Bedrooms, Swimming pool.
454 575 €
Agency Fees included (4.5%)
If you secretly dream of owning a Château but thought this was beyond your means, step inside this beautiful property and reconsider. Built on the 13th Century ruins of an ancient castle, and steeped in the 18th Century charm of its period, the building as it stands today was originally part of an ensemble built in homage to the Princess of Miran by the Marquis de Miran.
Its architecture was much inspired by the petit Trianon built in Versailles for Madame de Pompadour, inaugurated by the Countess du Barry, the new favourite mistress of Louis XV, and then bequeathed to the young Marie-Antoinette by Louis XVI, and where she would create her own universe to escape from palace life.
Our Gascon Château retains much of the relaxed grandeur of Le Petit Trianon and it is easy to imagine the Princess Miran in her chambers, now the main salon.
During the French Revolution, an unscrupulous individual, eager to earn an extra franc or two, had the two wings of the castle demolished and proceeded to sell the stones, the parquet, the fireplaces, and the wooden panelling.
After the Revolution, the new owners added a new building to the original central South-facing section of the property. This new wing now houses the kitchen and a small salon. A second floor was built, and the roof-top balcony so reminiscent of the petit Trianon removed and a new slate roof added.
The works which were undertaken post-Revolution leave us today with a Château of human proportions. There is a faded grandeur to the remaining original section which resisted being plundered. It also explains why the property is made up of vast high-ceilinged rooms, such as the current main reception room, study, sitting room, and dining-room, while the upstairs bedrooms occupy the original roof space, beneath the magnificent feature beams.
13th Century vestiges of the stables can be found on the lower level, with its vaulted stone ceilings. The first man to own the castle after the Revolution was a Group Captain of the Cavalry who used the building as a bachelor pad, by a man renowned for his extra conjugal activities. When the Colonel's wife grew tired of his philandering she cut off all revenue, leaving him penniless and the castle in yet new hands.
For many years now the current owner has found the Chateau to be an inspiration; a warm and friendly place to welcome friends and family.
From the painted ceilings in the study, to the joyous main reception room with its vast 3m high windows, the open fireplaces, the old-fashioned Versailles-style parquet, the property maintains its air of seduction.
From the charming entrance with its wrought iron gates and long tree-lined avenue, the 7240m² park with its three-hundred-year-old cedar trees, this property invites you in.
This is a home that is everything an austere and formal chateau could not be: it is un petit bijou.
This is a home...
This is a home in which to sip champagne by a crackling oak fires with friends and family.
“It was the park which enchanted me first. A vast stretch of parkland in the heart of the village. There were Lebanese cedars, a majestic oak towering three hundred years high amongst its siblings, rose beds in full bloom and wisteria.”
“It was the park which enchanted me first. A vast stretch of parkland in the heart of the village. There were Lebanese cedars, a majestic oak towering three hundred years high amongst its siblings, rose beds in full bloom and wisteria.
It was a place of indescribeable charm, so much so, that my companion and I knew it would be our home before setting foot inside.
We exchanged glances our hands tightening each other's grasp.
The gardens had long been reclaimed by wildlife at the time if out visit. Squirrels ran along the branches of the trees and a family of rabbits galloped on the grass unpeturbed by our presence.
A long alleyway shaded by overhanging branches of the trees led to the house, which was almost blotted from view by the abundant greenery.
Approaching the façade we experienced the quiet discreet beauty of the property with its pure white Gascon stone. The grand South facing windows were charming with their small wooden panes so typical of the 18th Century.
We climbed the stone steps and unravelled the trailing white roses from the wrought iron bars.
Pushing open the door we entered a magnificent salon with high ceilings and a Louis XVl style fireplace. Later we learnt that this was the bedroom of the marquise and it is easy to imagine her spirit still joyous here.
Adjacent to the reception room lay an intimate boudoir its wooden pannelling still intact despite the many years past since the French Revolution when so much was pillaged from the castle. Above our heads, painted on the ceiling was a small cupid his arrow not yet drawn.
Dare I confess this here without blushing? We were alone in the silence of those ancient walls, on that warm spring day in 2002, with only the sound of birdsong, when the property first became truly ours...”
20 minutes from Lectoure & Condom