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,
french village along a river:
get out from UNDER the bridge:
i think it was from this vantage,
ABOVE the bridge, note,
that hollis found his and lauren's new abode:
yet another river-wrapped cottage made of stone,
nestled at the edge of the village.
(for tim and i)
there were gates up ahead:
behind which laid:
not stately wayne manor,
the grounds are adequate for the dogs:
tim and i seemed to take to it,
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:
there was a TWO DOG DOOR.
kid you not.
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:
there's a bridge.
i likey bridges:
and oh yeah,
there's a tower.
lauren and hollis climbed the whole damn way up:
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. . .
a view from our new home: