….”then you don’t have to look at it”. Apparently the artist David Hockney said this. I can vouch for the veracity of this sentiment as our French village house is unspeakably ugly outside by anyone’s criteria.
For the sake of our long suffering neighbours in their charming houses, who wonder what we have actually been up to inside Maison Grotty, we will be changing that very soon, if Trevor & I can agree on the front paint colours, replace the sagging lead painted shutters and fit the “petits balcons” that have been languishing in the garage for five years.
Let’s start with the entrance to the village-above- a bit deceptive for two reasons -1) the camera angle has widened the road and lulls the casual visitor into a false sense of security as once you hits the old bridge, there is a whisker between the average car door and the walls; and 2) the plethora of signs make the village look like a hot, hip & happening little place (not true, thank goodness!) .
Then we have some great street names, a mix of the old (Impasse du Souleillou) the unlikely (Rue de la Plage) the informative (Impasse des Jardins) and the historically commemorative (Rue de la Republique)
This is our corner of the south Languedoc Roussillon & we LOVE it