Closest to the middle of the hamlet, opposite the bakery.
It is on its beautiful terrace in the shade of the "parasol fig tree" that you will take your meals. It owes its name to the last family who owned it.
A long time ago, a regular noise, slow and muffled, came from "la Maison de Malric", as if a ghost was there. It was the "papète Malric", victim of insomnia at the fireside, who, using a pruning knife on a block of boxwood, hacked branches from
the same tree to strengthen his straw mattress or make bedding for his goats.
Today, no noise will trouble your sleep