Auberge La Marmite
Outaouais
,
Quebec
, Canada
Lost in the middle of nowhere, Auberge La Marmite rots quietly among the trees, a place swallowed by time and green moss creeping over every wall. The air inside was thick with mold, the kitchen absolutely disgusting, and the second floor crooked and collapsing, once home to a few tiny guest rooms.
Outside, the terrace was falling apart, barely holding itself together, while the bar downstairs still had a few photogenic relics, bottles, chairs, and memories that refused to die.
It’s the kind of place where silence hums louder than life itself. Forgotten, filthy, and beautiful in its own way... La Marmite is decay served à la carte.
Outside, the terrace was falling apart, barely holding itself together, while the bar downstairs still had a few photogenic relics, bottles, chairs, and memories that refused to die.
It’s the kind of place where silence hums louder than life itself. Forgotten, filthy, and beautiful in its own way... La Marmite is decay served à la carte.