Villa for sale

Prominent Position in Capital

Due to the nature of Captain Lastics business interest Belmont House was positioned to enjoy first rate views over the harbour and ocean.

Only 4 Owners to Date

BelmontHouse in the last 115 years has had only four owners, among them the Lastics and the present owner who has spent twenty-seven years conserving the house and the eight and a half acres that form its park.

Perfect Position, Cooled by Tradewinds

The house was sited to take full advantage of the refreshing trade winds that blow from the northeast almost every day of the year affording a natural consistent ventilation. No central air conditioning is required.

Surrounded by Rare Indigenous Breeds

The properties grounds is lush and hardwood trees, medicinal plants and trees, decorative trees, fruit trees and rare palm trees abound. The majestic local white cedars for which this area of Castries is named flourish to the rear of the house as do mahogany, silk cotton, six varieties of mangoes, varieties of palm from sago to gwi-gwi to talls. There are giant bamboo groves, golden apple trees, tamarind trees, breadfruit trees, windflowers, orchids and wild orchids. The park is a refuge for rare birds.

A word from a past owner :

""It is a Creole stately home, one of
the finest and now most well-preserved houses in the Eastern Caribbean,
those islands that stretch from Anguilla down to Grenada. It was built
in 1895 by a local Saint Lucian family. It is not a colonial house. Its
tradition is decidedly French. It sits atop Lastic Hill, named for the
man who built it, overlooking the port of Castries, the capital of Saint
Lucia. It is surrounded by nearly nine acres of tropical trees and
flowers. It is a very pretty property, and it has been very important to
me. Belmont made me learn. History, art, architecture, botany,
horticulture, birds, trees, flowers. On my own, no classes, no internet
at the beginning.

Just me and books. It kept me fit: swimming in the warm Caribbean
Sea, no winters. It kept me out of the rat race: I will never have a
parking space on the lot. It’s been the perfect setting for dogs,
parties, affairs, house guests, reading, thinking, long friendships. And
I have had the exquisite privilege of living in its considerable beauty
for nearly half my life. Sometimes, I wonder what it is like to be
Belmont, itself. As in the case of, say, Marilyn Monroe, Grace Kelly,
Jacqueline Kennedy, Jon Hamm, what must it be like to have everyone
exclaim, Oh, but you are gorgeous! I’ll never know. But it happens to
Belmont all the time. Living in beautiful proportions in a lovely old
house in perfect weather does not hurt, I can assure you.

Why am I selling Because it’s time. Will there be an “Out of
Castries” No, but not for lack of material. I own a small apartment in
Paris in the heart of Saint- Germain. It’s always something. And, like
all of us, I am running out of time. When I leave Belmont, it will show
no sign of me. I didn’t build it, I did not draw it from scratch, I
didn’t even commission it. I just lived there. Yes, I saved it. But I
will be forever grateful to this wonderful house which gave me happiness
at times, solace at others, watery dawns, heart-stopping sunsets and
delicious mangoes. I did it.""

Prominent Position in Capital

Due to the nature of Captain Lastics business interest Belmont House was positioned to enjoy first rate views over the harbour and ocean.

Only 4 Owners to Date

BelmontHouse in the last 115 years has had only four owners, among them the Lastics and the present owner who has spent twenty-seven years conserving the house and the eight and a half acres that form its park.

Perfect Position, Cooled by Tradewinds

The house was sited to take full advantage of the refreshing trade winds that blow from the northeast almost every day of the year affording a natural consistent ventilation. No central air conditioning is required.

Surrounded by Rare Indigenous Breeds

The properties grounds is lush and hardwood trees, medicinal plants and trees, decorative trees, fruit trees and rare palm trees abound. The majestic local white cedars for which this area of Castries is named flourish to the rear of the house as do mahogany, silk cotton, six varieties of mangoes, varieties of palm from sago to gwi-gwi to talls. There are giant bamboo groves, golden apple trees, tamarind trees, breadfruit trees, windflowers, orchids and wild orchids. The park is a refuge for rare birds.

A word from a past owner :

""It is a Creole stately home, one of
the finest and now most well-preserved houses in the Eastern Caribbean,
those islands that stretch from Anguilla down to Grenada. It was built
in 1895 by a local Saint Lucian family. It is not a colonial house. Its
tradition is decidedly French. It sits atop Lastic Hill, named for the
man who built it, overlooking the port of Castries, the capital of Saint
Lucia. It is surrounded by nearly nine acres of tropical trees and
flowers. It is a very pretty property, and it has been very important to
me. Belmont made me learn. History, art, architecture, botany,
horticulture, birds, trees, flowers. On my own, no classes, no internet
at the beginning.

Just me and books. It kept me fit: swimming in the warm Caribbean
Sea, no winters. It kept me out of the rat race: I will never have a
parking space on the lot. It’s been the perfect setting for dogs,
parties, affairs, house guests, reading, thinking, long friendships. And
I have had the exquisite privilege of living in its considerable beauty
for nearly half my life. Sometimes, I wonder what it is like to be
Belmont, itself. As in the case of, say, Marilyn Monroe, Grace Kelly,
Jacqueline Kennedy, Jon Hamm, what must it be like to have everyone
exclaim, Oh, but you are gorgeous! I’ll never know. But it happens to
Belmont all the time. Living in beautiful proportions in a lovely old
house in perfect weather does not hurt, I can assure you.

Why am I selling Because it’s time. Will there be an “Out of
Castries” No, but not for lack of material. I own a small apartment in
Paris in the heart of Saint- Germain. It’s always something. And, like
all of us, I am running out of time. When I leave Belmont, it will show
no sign of me. I didn’t build it, I did not draw it from scratch, I
didn’t even commission it. I just lived there. Yes, I saved it. But I
will be forever grateful to this wonderful house which gave me happiness
at times, solace at others, watery dawns, heart-stopping sunsets and
delicious mangoes. I did it.""