This house was built in 1890, in the soft light of Provence.

Its walls have known seasons, childhood, silences, and everyday life long before us.

Today, it is a lived-in family home — imperfect, warm, and deeply inhabited.

Rooms filled with objects, books, textiles, gestures, and memories.

Nothing here is staged.

Everything is used, moved, loved, and lived with.

Poetic Home Diary was born from this place.

From the desire to keep traces of a home shaped by time, family life, and quiet beauty.

A diary of spaces, seasons, rituals, and details —

where the ordinary becomes something to keep.

Welcome inside.