Abstract
As if in an eternal return reminiscent of Nietzsche, whose Zarathustra he reread in his old age, Le Corbusier was drawn to the shores of the Mediterranean.
He contrasted the collective lifestyle of the Unité d'habitation with the isolated holiday home he built at Roquebrune-Cap-Martin, a modest hermit's dwelling whose gaze wandered over the horizons of Monte-Carlo Bay.
But he didn't complete the Rob project, in which he imagined interlocking cells on the slope facing the sea, as on an island in the Cyclades. Nor did he manage to finalize, before his death, the labyrinth imagined for the new hospital in Venice, in which all the observations he had made since his youth about the city of the Doges were assimilated and surpassed.
