Senja

Senja stands alone on the Uluwatu cliff, a wall of glass the only thing between you and sixty metres of open ocean. By day it is all light and salt air; at dusk — senja — the whole house turns the colour of the sky.

It is the quietest of the three: two suites, one horizon, no reason to leave. The pool reaches the cliff edge; far below, the surf keeps time. This is the villa for the long pause.