Garda
A timber roof floats over stone and glass, facing the lake. In winter the house turns quiet: snow on the rocks, still water at the terrace edge, low sun through the trees.
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Inside, a bedroom under a timber ceiling opens to the lake on two sides. Linen curtains soften the glare, and light travels the full length of the room.
Nothing here is trying to impress. The place asks only that you stay a while.
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