My Constance moment
Text Arianna Pietrostefani
The secret of the perfect beach is hidden in a math formula. A research published some time ago on The Independent identifies it in white sand, turquoise water and temperatures never going below twenty-one degrees. Seychelles and Mauritius rank before the noble Polynesia as places where one can find dream beaches. In these Eden, the group Constance Hotels and Resorts has nestled its jewels.
Seychelles, lands of pirates, made up of shreds of a supercontinent, Pangea, which broke apart when Africa and Asia separated millennia ago. A belt of land where animals and plants have grown undisturbed under the equatorial sun and rain. Turtles as big as upturned cupboards and a variety of passion-flower, hard to be found in any other corner of the world. They were disturbed by the first landings at the beginning of the eighteenth century. Close to the little-explored Anse Parc Bay there are the remains of a pirates’ stronghold. Orange and mango trees have grown from seeds spat out by boats vedettes two hundred and a half century ago: the pirates arrived here from the Indian Ocean pursuing the Portuguese treasure boats. They discovered the Pirates of the Caribbean, those who in the public imagination have Jack Sparrow’s green eyes and black teeth. Then it was the time of French and English colonists: they planted vanilla, cloves and cinnamon to exploit the profitable spices trade. It is in this natural heaven, theatre of conquests and love stories between pirates and mermaids, that luxury hôtellerie coexists with nature. Moulding with it.
Constance Lemuria, on the Praslin isle, feeds on such symbiosis: it blends into the territory borrowing colours and crannies from the most beautiful coves of the world. The resort consists of a group of villas and luxury suites where shades of turquoise, linen outfits, muslin curtains and flowers welcome the guests. Mens sana in corpore sano. No sooner said than done. A swimming pool gently slopes over three levels to the sea, a stunning nature reveals itself at every moment of the day, exclusive restaurants and care for body. At least at the beginning, nature is stunning, then one gets used to this with time. Sometimes the footpath to the beach of the resort is blocked by a turtle puffing towards the sea. You live lost in time, with your eyes closed, with slow rhythms, not to be heard by anyone, not to be discovered. It sounds like a dream, but it is not: the Constance Ephelia, set amidst a luxuriant forest and transparent sea. A Jurassic place, where it is possible to fully experience nature with kayak excursions amidst the mangroves, with a zip line in the unique forest of the Seychelles or climbing on the granite walls. The Morne Seychellois National Park is just five-minutes by car.
This is what happens in Mauritius. You ask a group of natives where the post office is, they confer in Creole language and then you see that at the post office people speak English. Now add that we are in Africa but it seems to be in the offing of the Indian coasts: atoll beaches, tea plantations, temples in every corner, jungle, warm air. The reason of such a complex character is the geographic position: crucial, at least until the opening of the Suez Canal, as much as it brought the Island the title of Star and Key of the Indian Ocean. It would deserve to be known for having inspired Charles Baudelaire’s first poem. Mauritius shall be discovered starting from the beaches and through the countryside, lavish with tea, vanilla and fruits plantations. Finding repose in a just as suspended place completes this experience. It is called #MyConstanceMoment. It is love at first sight with the Constance Belle Mare Plage, one of the gems of the group recently renewed in style, covering a surface of two kilometers of white sand. Before it, a stab in your stomach reminds you that it is not a dream. Once you have stepped into, you will be thunderstruck by the outburst of colours, smells and tastes to excite your soul. A gourmet temple where every year Michelin starred and local chefs meet to share a passion without boundaries, that is passion for fine cuisine. Not far, another jewel: Constance Prince Maurice, ideal for a princely holiday relying on safe hands. Hospitality has something unexpected: the delicacy of the sea in the background accompanies the words of the hostess in charge of welcoming guests like a soundtrack. The most evocative experience will take place here: eating suspended over the water, at the Barachois, the unique floating restaurant on the whole island, plunged into a lavish forest of mangroves. It is among the favorites of kings and queens, politicians, stars of Hollywood and not only, it offers maximum privacy to those who are looking for a holiday far away from prying eyes.
If Yves Saint Laurent blue colour exists, the Maldives azure cannot be missing, in its infinite shades of indigo. Just over a meter above the water level, the islands seem to be floating adrift of a liquid world. Embraced by transparency, suspended between water and sky, the one thousand one hundred and ninety Maldivian islands look like spouts of lands in the Indian Ocean. Here, hôtellerie is a distillation of luxury and eco-sustainability. No sounds of beach tennis and no dj-set at night. At the Constance Halaveli and Constance Moofushi, the only noise admitted is the sea breaking on the coral lime-stone and the breeze blowing among the palms twigs. Perhaps the cheers of a boule of champagne, while observing a group of dolphins. Also here, unforgettable #MyConstanceMoment, like the frames set on the lagoon for Instagrammers addicted of the sumptuous hang loose laid over the crystal clear water to be cherished while enjoying a daydream. The moment has come to be pervaded by a sense of peace, which permeates the soul and completes the heart. And then returning. To see everything under a new light.