There is more here than you can see from the gate.

Twelve rooms, no two alike. Dade County pine underfoot and a sash window that still works the way it was built to.

The garden is the lobby. Everything else is arranged around it - four houses, a pool, and a path that keeps going.

Food in the middle. Long tables under the pergola, and a kitchen you are allowed to walk into.

River House, most evenings. A glass of something interesting and whoever else turned up.

A vintage bus is parked at the end of the patio. You will have to come inside to see the rest.

The garden lights come on, the music starts, and nobody is in a hurry to leave.

What the houses kept. Archival frames, restored pieces, and the details nobody thought to throw away.

Rooms are not the inventory. Locals, guests, staff, musicians, neighbours - the reason any of it works.