The Fondation Maeght in St Paul de Vence, France, is one of my favourite places on earth. There are cool tiled floors and shady glens. Shallow pools with trickling fountains and lily pads. Red brick and understated whites and greys, punctuated with pops of red, blue and yellow. If I won the lottery, I would recreate something similar as my holiday home - modernist architecture, perched on a hill, surrounded by cicada-filled cyprus forests, and packed with beautiful art.
Actually, I sometimes think the art is the least interesting thing about it but I go regardless of the current exhibition, more to soak in the atmosphere, to view the permanent collection sculpture garden (Miro, Calder, Giacometti, Chagall, Braque, Hepworth), and to close my eyes really tightly hoping beyond hope that when I open them it will have magically become my abode.
Never happens. I'll keep going back until it does.