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jacob luxury room |
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On the first floor, one flight
down from the main living areas, this comfortable fully carpeted
room is on the same floor as the upper library and the balcony
into the double
height summer garden. This is a good sized room with
a built in wardrobe, dressing table and chest of drawers.
Similar to all our rooms at Le Foulon it features antique
furniture chosen for its practicality as well as style.
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It has a wrought iron
super-king sized double bed that was made especially
for us
at
the local
forge
(thanks Jacqui) and can be split into two single beds if
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The en suite bathroom has a warm
teak floor and large shower with glass divide and small roll
top bath with chrome feet. The latter looks old at a glance
but is in fact a new acrylic reproduction and is warm to
the touch. Both the room and the bathroom were completely
renovated in the winter of 2008. |
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Choose from twin beds or a super-king sized double |
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Another great south-facing view - spot the 2 departing helicopters |
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The inlaid dressing table |
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A modern bathroom with a large walk-in shower as well as a bath |
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The bath may look old, but it's modern and made from a thick cast resin |
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History
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Before the war when the Domaine
du Foulon was still a farm the Jacob Luxury Room was presumably
used for storing hay and tall farm equipment. In reality
it didn't exist at all as the whole first floor wasn't installed
- it formed part of a large double height space underneath
the house built on columns. We have retained the same layout
as the original room and bathroom, except our bathroom is
a little larger. |
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The room is named after an infamous local of the restaurant
and bar. Jacob Atkinson was an unlikely Englishman who used
to work on the Nice to Draguignan railway that passed by
the mouth of the Gorges du Loup before the Nazis blew up
the
beautiful viaduct on learning they'd lost the war. |
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How he
came to live down here nobody knows, but after the demise
of his beloved railway he was often to be seen with his long
suffering wife, propping up the bar. He'd arrive late and
had an unwritten
agreement that he'd be fed on the cheap
with whatever the kitchen had to offer, much to the embarrassment
of his wife. |
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