Jump in a car. Any car.
Head east. Out to the Hamptons. Find the Shelter Island ferry. Pause. Enjoy the ride.
Dock at the beach. Wind around a little until you reach what appears to be a grand white mansion.
There, you’ll find exactly what you’ve been looking for.
Peace. Quiet. And piping hot butter croissants.
Welcome to La Maison Blanche, a secluded Shelter Island estate that’s championing the finer points of European living with an on-site bakery, brasserie and regulation bocce court, accepting reservations now.
Really, this isn’t that much different from a spur-of-the-moment trip to someone’s country home... in the South of France. Which means a heavy dose of white wainscot and dark hardwood conceived by an André Balazs expat. It also happens to mean an aggressive in-house bakery that begins pumping out pastries around 5am.
You’ll retreat here to refill your joie de vivre meter through any means necessary. Most likely: jazz brunch into cocktails on the wraparound porch into bike ride to the beach into steak frites into a leisurely soak in your suite’s oversized tub.
And should you end up way out east this Thursday, you’ll find the hotel is hosting a pétanque tournament in honor of Bastille Day. Which means there’s only one thing left to do.
Win the whole damn thing.
Head east. Out to the Hamptons. Find the Shelter Island ferry. Pause. Enjoy the ride.
Dock at the beach. Wind around a little until you reach what appears to be a grand white mansion.
There, you’ll find exactly what you’ve been looking for.
Peace. Quiet. And piping hot butter croissants.
Welcome to La Maison Blanche, a secluded Shelter Island estate that’s championing the finer points of European living with an on-site bakery, brasserie and regulation bocce court, accepting reservations now.
Really, this isn’t that much different from a spur-of-the-moment trip to someone’s country home... in the South of France. Which means a heavy dose of white wainscot and dark hardwood conceived by an André Balazs expat. It also happens to mean an aggressive in-house bakery that begins pumping out pastries around 5am.
You’ll retreat here to refill your joie de vivre meter through any means necessary. Most likely: jazz brunch into cocktails on the wraparound porch into bike ride to the beach into steak frites into a leisurely soak in your suite’s oversized tub.
And should you end up way out east this Thursday, you’ll find the hotel is hosting a pétanque tournament in honor of Bastille Day. Which means there’s only one thing left to do.
Win the whole damn thing.
