On the first floor of the main house. Outside, the room number is on the ground, on the mezzanine floor, sealed in grit that is like embroidery: 4 is the number of the Novecento Suite. It is the first one you come across on the right, the Novecento.
What a beautiful name was chosen for this environment, a challenging, dense name that makes you think of elegance and sobriety, of the safety of the landing but also of the turmoil of change. A dark wardrobe with golden brass fittings is a beautiful symbol of tenacity and love for tradition, the fireplace combines gray marble with solid brick, the floor with wide strips of oak wood gives a welcoming and warm atmosphere. If we look up at the ceiling, we find delicate garlands and light grotesques in pastel shades, which give a joyful tone to the whole.
And the whole is truly magnificent, with its corner exposure overlooking the small church of San Giorgio on one side through a beautiful broken arch window, and on the other - from the beautiful French window - onto the garden of boxwoods and roses. and, beyond, on the gentle hills of Monferrato. However, don't let this description fool you, Piedmontese seriousness has a change of heart in the Suite Novecento: a large white marble tub placed on a raised floor is the true protagonist of the room, in front of the fireplace, embraced by the windows.
Right here sobriety is shattered, becoming whim, joie de vivre, carefreeness with a pinch of voluptuousness. Very chic, a little glamorous. The twentieth century returns in a print on the wall and in a little horse placed on the mantelpiece, an ancient game, a pastime of our great-grandparents, a beautiful object. We dedicate this room to the bon vivants, the curious, the generous, the enterprising and, why not, also to those nostalgic for beautiful things and slightly magical atmospheres. Naturally to lovers.
It would be appreciated by… Carlo Fruttero. He would have liked the atmosphere of the countryside, he would have opened the windows to let in the light breeze, he would have set a brilliant novel there, some love plot, perhaps an aura of mystery, tempered by his proverbial, formidable irony.
