landis and tim find their home. in Bourdeilles. in france.

look,
i didn't come to the french countryside LOOKING for property.
sometimes these things just happen.

it started off as an ordinary day, no big deal.
i opened my window, and as always, saw this:


yawning, we staggered out of the chateau:



and drove to bourdeilles,
yet another flawless,
limestone-ridden,
dream envoking,
french village along a river:



hollis,
get out from UNDER the bridge:


that's better:



i think it was from this vantage,
ABOVE the bridge, note,
that hollis found his and lauren's new abode:


yep,
yet another river-wrapped cottage made of stone,
nestled at the edge of the village.

luckily
(for tim and i)
there were gates up ahead:


behind which laid:


NO,
not stately wayne manor,
Chez Landistimgrravec:


the grounds are adequate for the dogs:


tim and i seemed to take to it,
instinctively:


i could,
maybe,
get used to the views:


we don't even have to install that meditation maze
that susan and diane are always recommending to us.
this place ALREADY HAS ONE:


inside?
modest.


oh,
there was a TWO DOG DOOR.
kid you not.

destiny.


aren't the little crowns a nice touch?
grr will like that.

it comes with central heating:


you can see the house maman picked out for herself
from our bedroom window:


it gets good natural light:


ooh,
there's a bridge.

i likey bridges:


and oh yeah,
there's a tower.


lauren and hollis climbed the whole damn way up:



cray-Z.
i figure if they like it that much, we'll turn it into the guest room.

mom agrees with me.
no need to over-exert.
there is decorating to be done. . .


and here,
a view from our new home: