About the Demi-Château - Le Demi-Château

“It’s not quite a castle. Not quite a ruin. It’s something in between — and that’s exactly the point.”

Le Demi Château is a half-château, fully lived-in.
A space between stories — once a noble estate, now a quiet corner of rural France being reimagined with care, creativity, and a bit of controlled chaos.

A Home in Progress

When I moved in, the house wasn’t ready. Neither was I.

But we’ve grown into each other.

The building still holds its original stone walls, crooked beams, and old clay tiles. There’s a beauty in its honesty — a quiet charm that doesn’t scream for attention.

A Different Kind of Fairytale

The Demi Château isn’t just stone and renovation. It’s my home, my studio, my anchor.

It’s where I:

Host slow, intentional retreats
Film my YouTube episodes
Cook comforting meals
Dance barefoot with the dogs
And take deep, messy breaths between chapters of life

This is not a fairytale in the polished, Disney sense.
It’s a fairytale the way life sometimes is — beautiful and flawed, quietly magical, a little undone.

What “Demi” Really Means

I don’t own the whole château — just a part of it. But this part? It’s fully mine.

The “demi” is about more than space. It’s about doing what I can, with what I have. It’s about choosing beauty over perfection.
And it’s about living life on my terms — even if they change.

A Place That Remembers

Long before I arrived, this house held other lives. It stood here in the 13th century, known then as le vieux château — a noble home, later damaged in the Wars of Religion, then rebuilt with quiet persistence.

In the 17th century, it belonged to the Thomas family. By 1755, it was home to the du Rousseaus — a family whose names are still found in records of birth, death, and revolution. A chevalier once lived here. He fled during the Revolution and was tragically killed nearby. There are stories in the stones, even if no one remembers them out loud anymore.

If you look closely, you’ll find their traces: a vaulted cellar, a weather-worn fireplace, a carved crest dated 1567. Two letters — I and M — still rest beneath a stone arch. A second coat of arms shows a crown of oak leaves beside a lion, guarding its secrets. No one knows what it means. And maybe that’s the beauty of it.

These walls have seen centuries. I’m just one chapter. But I like to think the house welcomes lives that unfold slowly.

You’re Welcome Here

Sometimes I open the doors — for a retreat, a yoga weekend, or a simple seasonal gathering.
And sometimes, I simply share the story through a video, a blog post, or a whisper of a newsletter.

If you feel at home in the in-between —
If you crave stillness, beauty, and warmth with a bit of chaos —
You may already belong here.