Majorca is a synonym of beauty, sun and beach but it is also known for hosting great writers and musicians such as Robert Graves or Frederick Chopin. World renown idols that left part of their works of art and life on the island.
We start our journey through time with the composer and musician Frederick Chopin (Poland 1810-Paris, 1849). According to the data and photographs of the time the famous musician and writer George Sand rented, in the year 1838, the cell #4 of the Carthusian monastery of Valldemossa. A long winter in which the seriously ill musician wrote great works such as some of his Preludios, a Polonesa, his second Ballard and his third Scherzo. On the other hand George Sand wrote the famous book "A Winter in Mallorca". The writer was so astonished by the beauty of this place that according to her words: "Everything that can be dreamt the painter or the poet has created thanks to the nature in this place".
Currently the Cartuja is a museum open to the public, visited year after year by many tourists who want to share the essence of Chopin and all the artists who left their marks on this beautiful place.
Not very far from Valldemossa, in the beautiful village of Deia, lived Robert Graves (London, 1895-Deià, 1985) author of " I Claudius " came to Majorca in 1929 . When the Civil War began, Graves and his wife Laura Riding left the island to return in 1946 , with a new family ( Beryl Graves ) . In Ca n'Alluny (the house name) he wrote until his death. Buried in the cemetery of Deia , the word POET is written on his tomb.
Ca n'Alluny is located between the Sierra de Tramuntana Mountains and the Mediterranean sea. Built with the profits of " Adiós a todo esto ".
It is now a house museum dedicated to the writer . The house was built in 1932 on the outskirts of Deià. In 1934 he wrote " Yo Claudio " , his most well know accomplishment . Legend has it that with the money he paid off the mortgage on the house . Located five minutes' walk from the village with the surrounding mountains , perhaps inspired the book "The White Goddess". The house has not lost its character and is set as if the writer would have popped out for a swim or gone to the Post Office to collect his mail .