Our story

Joanne and Isabelle (her mother) open the doors to our secret estate. In 1960, Christian Meyer, my grandfather, discovered the gravel pit during weekends spent with Denise, his wife, fishing and picnicking. It was here that they decided to make this place their haven of peace. After the purchase, my grandfather had a house built, transforming the gravel pit into a true epicurean estate. This marked the beginning of a new era for our family, a place to gather and create unforgettable moments.

 

As children, we were fascinated by the lake, which was a source of inspiration and an endless playground. We spent our days exploring nature, organizing expeditions in the forest, building treehouses, or playing pirates. The lake was also our aquatic adventure ground: water skiing, tubing, diving… We were constantly seeking new thrills. There was even a zip line that crossed part of the lake, allowing us to dive directly into the water, creating unforgettable memories.

 

Our Christmases at Rountz were always filled with magic. Every year, the holidays were an opportunity to gather as a family. We eagerly awaited those moments when the house would be decorated and illuminated, creating a warm atmosphere where traditions blended perfectly with the spirit of Christmas.

 

At Easter, another adventure awaited us: the famous chocolate bunny hunt in the forest. My grandmother, an expert in the art, knew how to hide the bunnies in the most improbable places. We spent hours trying to find them, exploring every corner of the forest. These hunts were a chance to share meaningful moments, full of laughter.

 

In winter, when the lake froze, we could ice skate on its frozen surface, gliding carelessly with the joy of childhood. Those moments on the lake were of rare beauty, as if we belonged to another world.

 

During fishing seasons, my grandfather would organize fishing contests with my cousins. Everyone competed to catch the biggest roach, with the coveted prize being 5 Malabar candies. These simple but joyful competitions brought us even closer, and each victory or defeat became an anecdote to share.

 

The family vegetable garden was another place where our imagination flourished. Every season, we marveled at the abundance of its harvest, picking fresh fruits and vegetables. These treasures of nature were then transformed in my grandfather’s pastry shop. Cakes, ice creams, chocolates, and jams came out, filling the air with an irresistible scent. Isabelle, who worked alongside my grandfather, was a true alchemist of flavors. She prepared sumptuous meals with fresh vegetables from the garden, serving them to guests, adding a touch of passion and unique craftsmanship to every dish.

 

Over the years, this estate has become much more than just a place to live. It represents the soul of our family, a place of sharing, laughter, and memories that grow with the changing seasons. Every moment spent here embodies our family heritage and the love we have for nature and gastronomy.

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