This is my first residential urbex. It takes place during a sunny Saturday morning in an abandoned villa in Belgium which has been recently squatted by a group of homeless alcoholics. It seems like an old couple had been living here in the past. The pink roses, the velvet armchairs and the porcelain teapots are the remaining symbols of a nostalgic era. Whereas the presence of the current residents has invaded a big part of the majestic character of the villa, it still guards the noble atmosphere of the past.