In the heart of Château de Tourreau’s gardens, in the softness of a May evening, a setting took shape between the trees. A 375 m² stretch tent, pulled tight like a motionless sail, welcomed a banquet worthy of the most lavish pages of a novel.
Beneath its light canvas, linen-draped tables and medallion chairs seemed to await a ballroom scene. The glow of festoon lights, hanging like tamed stars, touched every glass, every flower, every whisper.
All around, Luxe parasols stood tall, gently shading the space and offering quiet shelter to hushed conversations and shared glances.
Everything here breathed harmony between noble architecture, curated nature and scenography designed down to the last detail.
Once again, Be Lounge left nothing to chance. Only the magic.
In the heart of Château de Tourreau’s gardens, in the softness of a May evening, a setting took shape between the trees. A 375 m² stretch tent, pulled tight like a motionless sail, welcomed a banquet worthy of the most lavish pages of a novel.
Beneath its light canvas, linen-draped tables and medallion chairs seemed to await a ballroom scene. The glow of festoon lights, hanging like tamed stars, touched every glass, every flower, every whisper.
All around, Luxe parasols stood tall, gently shading the space and offering quiet shelter to hushed conversations and shared glances.
Everything here breathed harmony between noble architecture, curated nature and scenography designed down to the last detail.
Once again, Be Lounge left nothing to chance. Only the magic.