The South of France, Again

Where were we off to? I have no idea. It was dark by now and I was glad that I had eaten a large lunch and saved a sweet for the train (which by the way was AMAZING). We arrived and parked, somewhere. There were buildings around but not a house. We began walking in some back allies. It did not look like a place that I would feel safe walking alone but both females in front of me were 100% comfortable. The buildings we were walking past were old and beautiful. Not beautiful like they had a lot of fancy architecture or paintings but old as in rustic. We got to the house and opened the door. I walked up three flights of stairs of what was there house but was big enough to be a hotel.



My room is big. I have a double bed (please note: the 5 star hotel had two twins put together, most amusing) and a sink, shower, and toilet. The toilet apparently makes loud noises when you flush it, Anne-Francoise flushed it to show me. Nothing. She did it again. Nothing. She did it again and it sounded like the pipes were going to fall from the ceiling. I was glad that she did it to show me. The floor is cement and the walls are a big stone. Part of the walls are covered in almost a plaster to make it possible to paint and hang things up. It is nice to have it with the stone but then you have dirt and tiny pieces of pebbles falling all of the time.

I had a glass of water with the family and got to know the father, Alan. His English is about as good as my French. After the glass I got the grand tour of the house and everyone headed to bed. It was a long day and I was happy to hit the pillow.