n the evergreen woodlands of Mexico’s Valle de Bravo, seasons arrive subtly and discreetly. ‘Autumn here isn’t orange, and winter isn’t white,’ says architect Bernardo Chavez Peón. But while local pine and ash trees stand perennially verdant, the landscape’s gentle variations are discernible. ‘On the ground, where shrubs and flowers grow, you can see radical changes throughout the year,’ he says. There, nestled between hills on a barren strip of land once used for
