In an never ending meld of blues and grey, between waves and rocks, the Atlantic offers itself to your gaze. Breezes, red sunsets and diaphanous dawns prelude clear skies. Unspeakable beauty of the sea for your contemplation... Indian Summer ...

Punta Lara is an exotic interlude, the dream name of a woman who inspired a poet’s verse... A tiny island of serene beauty in a pine forest, facing the ocean alone. Its spectacle from the theatre of its balconies and terraces. Immense sand dunes, eternal simplicity. A marriage of white sand, tonic seaweed, Breton rocks and maritime pines. Childlike pleasures, tranquil joys, interrupted by the shrill cries of seagulls and the languid and endless rolling of the surf.