Conversations with the other guests usually took place at dusk at the other veranda tables, placed in a row against the facade and protected from the weather by the projecting upper floors.The French window to the veranda was opened after the evening meal; we all stretched our legs and looked out over the valley, and then sat with a drink by the wall that was still warm from the day’s sunshine.Once,after the evening meal, we were invited to sit at the large corner table at the far end of the veranda near the entrance. During the clay, that spot always seemed to be used by the regulars of the house.l never sat in this niche, which caught the morning sun at the other end of the veranda. On sunny mornings there was usually someone already sitting there, reading.When l think about buildings that provide me with natural spatial conditions appropriate to the place, to the daily routine, my activities and