“Sorry to call you so early…but were you under the impression, as I was, that you were due to sign the compromis for the mill next week?” My heart sank as I listened to our agent telling me that he had been trying to talk to the notaire that morning, but that she and her … Continue reading France – closed for August
We’re back through the wormhole – a few hours driving and ferry and we are suddenly back living our parallel existence. It’s quite a weird feeling. A familiar home, with everything as we left it, the daily routines, a lovely circle of friends and neighbours – but all quite different from those we were involved … Continue reading Les Grandes Vacances
