I live in a house that was build in 1840. I have old skew stone walls. The name of the house opposite me is ‘le clos Normand’. On the other side are old stone houses that used to be stables. I leave my house and drive down a little street that could be a puzzle picture. : ) I pass a château when I take the girls to gymnastics… but so soon it is just a normal life. I sit and wonder what I will show family and friends when they come to visit, forgetting that it might be ‘new’ to them again.
Then there is also the fact that I could quickly walk to the station to be in Paris an hour later. Will I go tomorrow… maybe next week. : )
But the strange (or normal) thing is that life is exactly the same. (For the moment we ignore these people’s thing of speaking and writing everything in french : ) ) We still have washing, and bathrooms have to be cleaned. The family have to eat everyday. When you travel to gymnastics you talk about normal things, like what happened in school today and forget to even look to the right to see the château again.
So let’s forget about dirty kitchens and bathrooms for a while and see the little ‘pretty, old’ things around the house.
The weather is changing fast. Early mornings are cold, but the days are still ok. I want to go to the brocante in Montainville on Sunday and I don’t know if the weather will be good enough to join the South Africans for ‘braai day’. : ) Whatever you do this week-end, have a lovely time.