Issue No. 13
A fun and festive edition: Provence, Christmas markets, brilliant book nooks in Paris, recipes, expat stories to inspire and a whole lot more - fall in love with France with us.
A fun and festive edition: Provence, Christmas markets, brilliant book nooks in Paris, recipes, expat stories to inspire and a whole lot more - fall in love with France with us.
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Piling into the agent's car at the appointed<br />
hour, the pair of them sped across the<br />
ancient salt marsh towards a church tower<br />
far away on the horizon. Fifteen minutes<br />
later they rolled down a dusty sunny street<br />
into a village, and came to a stop at a huge<br />
pair of gates, covered in ancient peeling<br />
paint. Beyond the gates lay a driveway<br />
bordered with hedges, and a garden that<br />
stretched as far as the eye could see. My<br />
husband told me later that he'd known<br />
instantly this was to be our home.<br />
The house belonged to a family that had<br />
been there for generations. The old woman<br />
had gone to a nursing home near Paris, the<br />
interior was a time warp. In one room,<br />
upstairs, a shelf groaned under the weight<br />
of every Paris Match ever printed, books<br />
stood in stacks, covered in dust. In the attic,<br />
boxes of scientific journals going back a<br />
hundred years lay ready for serious study,<br />
and each room seemed to live on a<br />
different level, steps leading up and down<br />
like a rabbit's warren of dark and shuttered<br />
spaces. The outbuilding turned out to be<br />
the old farm manager's cottage, complete<br />
with a kitchen and bathroom untouched for<br />
decades. But despite the long grass and<br />
unkempt appearance, he knew this would<br />
be a good home for a large family. The<br />
garden even came with a sun-dappled set<br />
of childrens' swings - a proper set, proud<br />
and tall with room for three siblings.<br />
After a frantic night of phone calls and<br />
photos, I put it all in his hands, and told him<br />
it was his decision. The next morning he<br />
rang the agent made his offer, and agreed<br />
to sign the papers at lunchtime. At half-past<br />
two, as he sat at a desk in the agent’s office,<br />
scrawling his signature across the contract,<br />
the phone on the table rang. It was the<br />
people who had seen the house first,<br />
wanting to put in an offer; but they were too<br />
late, the ink had already dried.<br />
Two hours later, he drove back to his<br />
chambres d'hôtes in a daze, a copy of a<br />
power of attorney in one hand, the sale<br />
papers in the other, and two weeks to pay<br />
the deposit. When he rang me, the children<br />
whooped with excitement and my eyes<br />
grew moist with elation. We were going to<br />
France.<br />
Find out how life is in France for Susan and<br />
family at her blog: Our French Oasis