Cobbled lanes, pelota courts, the Sunday market: a walk through the village that surrounds the house.
Listed among the Most Beautiful Villages of France, Sare unfolds at the foot of the Rhune, just a few kilometres from the Spanish border. The Labourdine architecture sets the mood: white houses with red timber frames, lintels carved with ancient dates, a pelota court at the heart of the village.
We love to lose ourselves here in the morning, before the visitors arrive. The Sunday market spreads out its ewe's-milk cheeses, its peppers and its gâteau basque still warm from the oven. The lanes rise and fall with no apparent logic, dotted with fountains and stone porches. Nothing is spectacular; everything feels exactly right.
Around the village, the territory opens up: the caves of Sare and their legends, the little rack railway that climbs the Rhune, the ridge paths that stretch away towards Spain. Enough to fill several days without ever really getting back in the car.
From the house, all of this is within walking distance. That is what we most love to offer: not a checklist of excursions to tick off, but a village where you take the time to step inside — into a shop, a conversation, a church cool at midday. Sare isn't really somewhere you visit. It's somewhere you live.