In the lobby, a curated selection of books on running, travel, and endurance — chosen like advice from a friend. In the rooms, a piece of art evokes the trace left by a step, a breath, a memory. Nothing here is overdone.

Everything is subtle, thoughtful, sincere. Like an outstretched hand, a gentle nudge, a spark.

She is the owner of the MADISON.

A woman driven by a need for movement, a quest for space and breath. For her, running is not a sport — it’s a way of inhabiting the world, of feeling the landscape, of listening to her own silence.

From this passion, she created a hotel. A place that breathes, that follows her rhythm, and invites each guest to rediscover their own.

From the entrance, wooden medals hang, welcoming visitors. They bear the Madison’s name and a QR code that reveals carefully designed routes: along the bay at sunrise, through the cool alleyways of the historic center, or up to the first foothills of the Pyrenees.

These routes aren’t about performance — they are invitations to explore: the town, the body, the moment.

And after the effort? Breakfast on the terrace, a moment of pause, a gaze toward the horizon. Madison never imposes. It supports. It inspires. It’s both the starting point and the finish line.

A refuge for those who love to move forward, to breathe, to reconnect — with themselves, with nature, with the simple joy of motion.