Delphine GittermannThe abandoned garden that stole my heart

Here in Europe, History grows in every flower and every tree. Imagine that at Versailles, some trees were planted in 1783 by Marie Antoinette. The remnants of historical heritage are everywhere: houses, castles, churches and chapels. These abandoned places still carry the imprint of their past inhabitants.

Versailles - looking up into the tree canopyIn 1989, I’m 20 years old and what I like above all is to explore these historical remnants. I climb over old walls or fences to visit dilapidated mansions. One Sunday in April the clear sky illuminates everything and I’m excited.

In front of me, there’s a brick wall with a gate that opens onto a bramble forest. I make my way through and what follows makes my heart beat, still even today, twenty five years later. I fall instantly madly in love with all that is appearing before my eyes that day: a small “rococo” castle, adorned by lace balconies, buried under a two hundred year old wisteria. Around it, insane, incredible, unimaginable grounds : a boxwood French garden, immense flower beds, avenues lined with silver lime trees and crimson maples. I wander everywhere, everything is quiet, as if asleep. A chapel, an orange grove, a caretaker’s house, greenhouses, a lot of them, many in poor condition, a huge water tank, a cottage …

La Villa des Iris c1932 showing the lake and garden

La Villa des Iris c1932 showing the lake and garden

Further on, I find a large ornamental lake, surrounded by gigantic rhododendrons and hardy azaleas. Then, to my surprise, a Roman garden with its circular bench, amphorae, statues, busts above columns and large laurels. And further again, a rose garden, an orchard, an alpine garden with its cottage and coniferous forest, and finally, a Japanese garden with its red bridge above a stream and erect rocks, Japanese maples and bonsais not really bonsai anymore.

Japanese garden at La Villa des Iris c1932

Japanese garden at La Villa des Iris c1932

I tear myself away with regret from that divine and magical place, promising myself to return. And I resume my art student’s life in the Montparnasse district of Paris.

Years pass by, I am now 23 years old, I have a Parisian boyfriend, I work in advertising agencies and I have more time to start exploring again. Every weekend we leave the stifling atmosphere of the city and the confines of our too-small apartment to wander from one abandoned place to another.

Until one day our weekend escapade takes us to the castle. We enter, we laugh, we feel good. He says:

“Let’s buy it !”

A year later, we enter the monumental iron gate of my dreams with our tiny baby in our arms. Stepping from 10m² to 3000m².

The castle only cost us a pittance, about 80,000 euros. It belonged to show business artists who had been uninterested in it for a long time.

La Villa des Iris in 1932

La Villa des Iris in 1932

I sourced the history of ‘La Villa des Iris‘: the domain of an eccentric from the thirties, a sort of Parisian Gatsby. First a priest, then a defrocked one because of medical practice and homosexuality. A scholar, he was at the origin of complex homeopathy in France. Passionate about orchids and irises, he created many new varieties and won many horticultural prizes. He had eleven gardeners, his homeopathic medical practice was open to the villagers for free, and he loved organizing extraordinary and refined costumed parties. His friends were Claude Monet, Albert Kahn (with whom he shared a passion for autochrome photography) and Anaïs Nin …

Roman garden and guests at La Villa des Iris c1932

Roman garden and guests at La Villa des Iris c1932

70 years later, we start to bring the castle back to life. My partner and I roll up our sleeves and begin the restoration of the building, severely damaged by fire in 1989, three years before we arrived. We spend four years to rebuild the roof structure, to repair the irreparable. A third of our time is dedicated to the grounds. We find original autochrome photos of the place which allow us to spot the outline and design of the grounds and gardens. We get up very early, we lack the proper means, we freeze in winter, the wonderful palace ends up a bottomless pit of energy … Summers manage to be delicious, we can work late and the gardens begin to look beautiful again.

In 1992, after repairing the roof of the castle that had been damaged by fire in 1989

In 1992, after repairing the roof of the castle that had been damaged by fire in 1989

Unfortunately, after four years, the fairytale turns to nightmare. Little by little we disagree more and more on how to restore the grounds. He does not believe in the value of old trees and starts to slaughter magnolias, to rip out the box trees, to threaten the great cedar of Lebanon… The building starts to suffer too. He smashes the old tiles, pours concrete here and there and finally destroys the orange grove deemed “too old”.

How many enthusiastic and passionate people have tried to restore such monuments? A lot of old castles in France are sold for a symbolic euro and there is always a great temptation to live in these remnants of the past. But my optimism was not enough to meet the challenge. We separated. He has kept the property and he still lives in it. But the work has not advanced since I left.

La Villa des Iris‘ remains a beautiful, enchanted part of my life with very powerful memories. Unveiling the old doctor’s medicinal plants smothered in the thickets, nursing the Japanese maples, picking truffles under the hazel trees, reshaping the boxwood, clearing brush…

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Delphine Gittermann

About Delphine Gittermann

I'm a French gardener, passionate about all gardens. Between 2006 and 2014, I've met gardeners from all over the world, thanks to Paradis Express, my blog. I live 35 km north from Paris, where I cultivate a small tropical garden with my husband Lucien, who is garden designer. I work as an art director for printed advertising.

7 thoughts on “The abandoned garden that stole my heart

  1. Sandy on said:

    Just beautiful! Thank you for sharing this. 🙂 I would love to see this place.

    • Delphine on said:

      Merci, Sandy. You have to come to France, there are plenty of stories and places like this, here !!

  2. What an extraordinary story Delphine. Not many people get to buy the ‘secret garden’ of their dreams. But then to have to leave it behind…it must have been heartbreaking. Especially when you put so much research and effort into restoring it to its crazy glory days of Bohemian decadence.

    • Delphine on said:

      For sure, it was heartbreaking ! i will never falling in love again with a garden. A piece of my heart stayed in this place. Now, i have a modest garden with an amazing marvelous gardener, and i live an every day fairy tale.

  3. Paul Morgan on said:

    Ah Delphine,
    You piece really does read like a dream that becomes a nightmare. My heart aches for such loss. The garden you describe is a fairy story come to life, brimming with hinted memories, shadows, mystery and untold stories, and the rich, shambolic artistic history waiting to be discovered amongst those overgrown bonsais, weeds and brambles: a fantasy within a dream, so otherworldly, yet with roots firmly set in the soil.

    What a discovery you made, the dream garden for a certain type of gardener, and a castle included! Such a romantic tragedy! And how beautifully you tell us the story. One of the most beautiful short pieces on gardening I have read. I was inspired to look up your blog, only to find you have closed it down. A shame, but I look forward to reading back through your old posts over the coming Christmas break.

    Thank you so much for this beautiful piece of writing.

    Paul Morgan

    • Delphine on said:

      Thank you so much, Paul, and sorry for my bad english. My article was translated by a friend, i don’t write english good enought ! I didn’t want to make you cry ! My blog is like the castle, a little bit abandonned. I’ve stop blogging 2 years ago but it is still online and you will certainly discover some others parts of my garden adventures ! In my next articles, i will tell you how i grew a living wall in my home with australian tree frogs living inside…

  4. Delphine on said:

    I adress a special thank to my friend Pierre-jacques, who did the translation for me. Without him, i wouldn’t have lived this story !

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