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92 OUR RESORTS THE ART OF BEAUTIFUL BEACHCOMBER GOLF RESORT & SPA T To stay at the Canonnier Beachcomber Golf Resort & Spa is to take a journey within a journey. Here you will meet with memories of rocks, battles, treasures and shipwrecks. The grounds of the Canonnier resort jealously guard the remains of an English fort later transformed into a lighthouse, with its canons facing skywards, silently defying the ocean – or are they rather transfixed by the beauty of this place? The other distinguished guest in this extra- ordinary spot is a spectacular tree, over two hundred years old, whose branches are roots that will produce other branches. When you look into the midst of its vast foliage – surprise! You see a spa with massage huts! With the precision of a goldsmith, and with the greatest respect for the surrounding na- ture, the island’s workers and artisans have CANONNIER renovated this spot – from the well-being centre perched in the tree down to the guest rooms, suites, common areas and even a kids’ space. Everything is designed for harmony – yet not forgetting technological perfor- mance – both outside and in. There is perfect balance between the grandiloquent land- scapes and the pure, clean interior decora- tion that uses only noble materials – exotic wood, rattan, fine linens and cottons – all in a palette of white and beige. Large windows let in the morning and evening light to play in the rooms, offering a permanent spectacle of sun and nature. For the ultimate magic of this place is that the Pointe aux Canonniers peninsula is the only viewpoint on the island where you can contemplate both the sunrise and the sunset. “All the palm trees and screw pines, all the sandy paths on the estate fill my senses, enticing me towards the Pointe aux Canonniers, on the very tip of the peninsula.We imagine what it is like, and we prepare. Soon the path winds between the ruins of an 19th century Fort and a huge banyan tree. We can just make it out between two beds of flax lily. At last, we see it, an intoxicating blue. No fugitives or English invaders here. Just the encounter with the unknown: the golden jubilee of the sand and the lagoon, just as the sinking sun sets the southern horizon ablaze.Words cannot do it justice.”