For many generations, our family has lived in St Jean Cap Ferrat. Legend has it that one of our ancestor was even saved from drawing by Saint Hospice. By the turn of last century, our great-grand father opened one of the first real estate agencies in the cape. During the winter holidays, it rented villas to English, Belgians, and Russians aristocrats.

When we were little, my brothers and I spent the holidays in the old cottage on the promenade Maurice Rouvier. Then, the beach was still only rocks, the harbor a shelter for rowboats, and the estate a wild expanse.

In fact, despite it’s present sophistication and prestige, St Jean has retained the quite charm of a fishermen village.

In the early 1970’s, our great-grand mother decided to sell one plot to pianist Czifra and to build a residence on the adjacent one where her only daughter and each of her 7 grand children could stay during the summer. Therefore, l’Oliveraie comprises 8 apartments in total.

My brothers and I inherited Pavillon 8, the most agreeable lot given that it comprises a private garden and offers a breathtaking view of the sea from Italy to the St Hospice cape. We currently rent this apartment for vacations from February to December.

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