The terrace is the heart of this suite — your own stretch of the coast, two loungers turned to the water, a low table for the first coffee of the day and the last glass of the evening. Mornings arrive slow and silver off the sea; by afternoon the awning lays a band of cool shade across warm stone, and the only sound is the cove working below. An outdoor room you stop wanting to leave.

Inside, a separate sitting area keeps the day unhurried: somewhere to read while the other sleeps, to spread out maps and plans, to sit with the doors open and let the salt air through. The bedroom is calm and uncluttered — linen, pale plaster, a king bed made for deep sleep — and the bath carries the same quiet hand. Citrus from the garden, light off the water, the suite breathing with the coast.