William christie's gardens

Where are the most delicious enchantments? In a garden, most certainly. Trembling with leaves, quivering with birds, where fairies hide in the sweet shadow of the trees, its music like the air we breathe, a garden where happiness is constantly reinvented, over seasons and blossomings, between baroque yew and classical hornbeam, murmuring water and soaring notes on a summer night, the memory of stone and the tangle of branches, the promise of fruit and the fragility of roses in the heat. A hortus musicus whose magician, William Christie, is an artist-aesthete-gardener all in one. What a musician! And what a gardener! It is at Thiré in the Vendée, between bocage and plain, in a peaceful stretch of countryside whose paths and woodland call forth their ancient mystery, where the charm of long-lost provinces can still be felt, that year after year a garden like no other patiently grew, bloomed, and matured around an abandoned 16th-century manor. A garden designed by the free flow of inspira