Villa Trianon, like most French houses, is built directly on the street, leaving all the space possible for the garden.  The facade of the villa is very simple, it reminds you of the square houses of the American Colonial period, except that there is no “front porch,” as is inevitable with us in America.  The entrance gate and the stone wall that surround the place give an interest that our detached and hastily built American houses lack.  The wall is really a continuation of the facade of the villa, and is surmounted by a black iron railing.  Vines and flowers that have flourished and died and flourished again for over a century climb over the wall and through the graceful railing, and give our home an air of permanence that is very satisfying.  After all, that is the secret of Europe’s fascination for us Americans—­the ever-present suggestion of permanence.  We feel that houses and gardens were planned and built for centuries, not for the passing pleasure of one brief lifetime.  We people them with ghosts that please us, and make histories for them that are always romantic and full of happiness.  The survival of an old house and its garden through centuries of use and misuse is always an impressive and dramatic discovery to us:  it gives us courage to add our little bit to the ultimate beauty and history, it gives us excuse to dream of the fortunate people who will follow us in other centuries, and who will, in turn, bless us for our part in the remaking of one old house and garden.

There was much to do!  We hardly knew where to begin, the house was in such wretched condition.  The roof was falling in, and the debris of years was piled high inside, but the walls and the floors were still very beautiful and as sound as ever, structurally.  We had the roof restored, the debris removed, and the underbrush weeded out of the garden, and then we were ready to begin the real business of restoration.

The house is very simply planned.  There is a broad hall that runs straight through it, with dining-room and servants’ hall on the right, and four connecting salons on the left.  These salons are charming rooms, with beautiful panelings and over-doors, and great arches framed in delicate carvings.  First comes the writing-room, then the library, then the large and small salons.  The rooms opening on the back of the house have long French windows that open directly upon the terrace, where we have most of our meals.  The note of the interior of the house is blue, and there are masses of blue flowers in the garden.  The interior woodwork is cream, pointed with blue, and there are blues innumerable in the rugs and curtains and objets d’art.  There must be a hundred different shades of blue on this living-floor, I think.  We have tried to restore the rooms to a Louis XV scheme of decoration.  The tables and cabinets are of the fine polished woods of the period.  Some of the chairs are roomy affairs of carved and painted wooden frames and brocade coverings, but others are modern easychairs covered in new linens of old designs, linens that were designed for just such interiors when Oberkampf first began his designing at Jouy.  The mirrors and lighting-fixtures are, of course, designed to harmonize with the carvings of the woodwork.  Monsieur de Nolhac and Sardou were most helpful to us when such architectural problems had to be solved.