A place, a journey, and a reverse route.

A unique place in the world. A magical journey with a reverse route. The past, my present. Travelling is starting a path and taking all the adventures that will come. A part of our story and also of Francisco Segarra begins in the most beautiful villages of the south of France; such was its appeal that the charm of the French countryside awakened his senses and the hope of a new life.

Anticipating the dreams of others and with the encouragement of a thousand people in one. Starting from scratch and getting up every day with an illusion. No one has ever done anything like this again, vintage decoration was his great dream and his travels mean the desire to rescue one by one a wealth of items until he raised a rich material heritage of immeasurable emotional and ornamental value.

Ten years and many miles. The longing to go back and a place to find everything.

From doors to inside… everything is amazing and scarce.

Old things from an old attic. Dust and hidden treasures. A flow that does not shine but radiates beauty and fascination. A large repository of lifelong objects, well-chosen furniture, and decoration pieces with a wonderful and interesting past.

The most unusual objects can be found in this showroom… We open the doors of our private museum. Handcrafted ornaments, amazing and scarce objects and an evocative decoration made up through the clutter.

We like to have close what has its own story. Full of experiences and often lost in a corner, these objects can create cult interiors and atmospheres full of symbolism.

Past, an old friend and always a source of inspiration. Searching, acquiring, treasuring. An obsessive romance, an impulse, the passion to collect implies an intense sensitive and sentimental immersion, where objects are a link with memory and lived experiences.

Time is running out, but some of it is left in all those objects found in the most diverse places in the world. A life experience, a desire to overcome time.

Stripping some pieces means detaching from emotions and feelings, cutting the umbilical cord is a sorrow that only the collector knows.

The passion for vintage aesthetics.

At the end of September when the land smells of rain and the leaves of the vineyards have a sweet saffron tone, in fields of castles and landscapes that seem taken from a tale, Francisco Segarra found a place that can be experienced in different ways, but where lovers of antiques find a unique enjoyment.

A peculiar estate full of furniture, luminaires, posters, and hardware. A local antiques shop where you can pry and search, and where Francisco Segarra found his true treasure, a passion that is still with him.

Among those trinkets scattered everywhere outdoors it was not difficult for him to get fancy with some objects. Tolix chairs piled up, Jieldé lamps on the grass, leather armchairs from the fifties… first acquisitions and a concern that has culminated in art.

The appearance of life. Corrosion, erosion and all those stigmas that incited objects to forget their original texture caused wonder and scepticism. Some of us discover in antiques a true love that arises when we learn to love flaws.

The memory of those days is now a space of cult for vintage decoration. The memory lives here, and the muses come down here every day to whisper new ideas. Drawers still retain the smell of perfume and desks keep letters without a sender.

You will feel all these feelings if you come because this is a unique place in the world. A magical journey with a reverse route. The past, my present.