Albertine is an adorable attic apartment in Dieppe. With its exposed beams, and its bright yellow color (India Yellow 66 from Farrow & Ball), you will be charmed by the beautiful volume of the separate bedroom. This homestay accommodation in Normandy is laid out with a fully equipped kitchen and separate toilet. In this highly atypical accommodation in Dieppe, the shower and the washbasin feature directly in the bedroom. This wonderful apartment is located on the second floor of Villa Augustine in Dieppe. Enjoy the elegance, the charm and the taste of time found again. Be inspired by the spirit of Albertine.
You will appreciate the high-quality bedding (queen size bed 180X200 cm) in which you will spend unmatched comfortable nights in Dieppe. In addition to the bedside lamps, each headboard is equipped with reading lights for you to pursue your reading interests. If the inspiration takes you and you feel like taking up the pen, a small desk is at your disposal. This is an ideal spot for your romantic weekends in Normandy, close to the sea. A surprising Normandy to discover through this place of character in Dieppe.
The kitchen is fully equipped, and will allow you to prepare typical dishes from Dieppe, or generous breakfasts.
Bed linen and towels are included with the rental of this apartment.
The surface area of apartment Albertine is approximately 29 m2 at floor level (apartment with sloping ceiling). For your convenience, a washing machine and a dryer are available in the laundry room of Villa Augustine.
Proust and “In search of lost time” (À la recherche du temps perdu) are indissociable with this Normandy atmosphere. It is on a beach that Proust will take notice of Albertine for the first time…
“From that moment, whereas for the last few days my mind had been occupied chiefly by the tall one, it was the one with the golf-clubs, presumed to be Mlle. Simonet, who began once more to absorb my attention. When walking with the others she would often stop, forcing her friends, who seemed greatly to respect her, to stop also. Thus it is, calling a halt, her eyes sparkling beneath her polo-cap, that I see her again to-day, outlined against the screen which the sea spreads out behind her, and separated from me by a transparent, azure space, the interval of time that has elapsed since then, a first impression, faint and fine in my memory, desired, pursued, then forgotten, then found again, of a face which I have many times since projected upon the cloud of the past to be able to say to myself, of a girl who was actually in my room: “It is she!” From “In the Shadow of Young Girls in Flower” (In Search of Lost Time) Marcel Proust