Romantic villa on a private lake

The house is the lake's other soul. It leans against a stone stairway that descends gently into the water, among vases and stone spheres that mark its edges, and looks across the lotus pond to its sister pavilion. Dressed in soft pink beneath a neoclassical roofline, it is a house made for long, slow summers.

The heart of the villa is a grand frescoed hall, its walls and ceiling painted with the colours of a perpetual summer: lakes, bridges, palms and flowers that carry the garden indoors. Tall French windows open onto a patio at the water's edge, and a warm fireplace covers the far wall. It is a room for everything at once, morning coffee, aperitivo, and long lunches and dinners laid before the lake, with the cypresses standing guard like gentle sentinels and the ducks and water lilies drifting past.

The two bedrooms sit beneath sloping ceilings, quiet and full of light, dressed in soft shades and warm woods and lined in places with books. One opens through an arched door to the garden; another wears green-and-white toile against pale yellow walls. Each has its own simple, luminous bathroom, with basins set before large windows that frame flowers, garden statues and green tiles the colour of the lawn.