Living by letting your senses run free

There are five senses that accompany us in our daily lives, but perhaps they are not enough to experience this romantic mid-18th-century villa. Passing through the entrance gate, we are greeted by two gardens with manicured paths and centuries-old trees with large trunks peering down at us from above, imposing and majestic. The façade embraces us with its clean, rational lines embellished by a small balcony above the entrance door. Entering the house we are permeated by a soft light that penetrates the ground floor spaces through the many windows protected by curtains and shutters. A small study overlooking the garden to the right, a large living room to the left, the 'old' kitchen in the centre adjoining a generous pantry and with a door connecting it to the outdoors: the space for a nice table invites one to spend a pleasant evening in the company of one's family or friends. Going down an original brick staircase leads to the grotto, an ancient cellar with a constant temperature for maintaining food and wine. Going up about ten steps we reach the first floor. One part was reserved for the domestic staff with a small bathroom, a bedroom and a kitchen with the original fireplace and "rola" still showing signs of the work done, an area served by a staircase with independent access. Continuing on the floor, on the opposite side, we cross a large hall to reach the first large bedroom with en suite bathroom. A door allows us to cross the hall again to reach the second bedroom of a comfortable size and typical for the period. This floor also enjoys numerous views: the view sweeps over the surrounding countryside and expands as far as the sea of Cesenatico and Milano Marittima. On hot summer afternoons a light breeze from the coast envelops the villa and allows one to enjoy the coolness inside and on the spacious flat courtyard at the back. The contact with the walls of this house, the thought that flies over the years, the wooden beams, the garages and storerooms with the heights and volumes of the period, the gentle noises coming from the countryside, the gaze that loses itself: will our five senses be enough?