I loved being able to play, or run, along the river about a kilometer from our home. This is the view of our suburb from a chateau on the other side of the river-- I think our house is in the far back on the right.
The chateau itself (de franqueville).
When we arrived, the corn behind our house was barely knee high. It tasseled during our last week there. It was from this window that Vivian and I watched the distant fireworks in Pau on Bastille Day.
Our gîte used to be the attic of a barn (owned by Jean Marc's uncle-- he said there were fleas when he was growing up). This view is from our living room French doors. Our host, Béatrice's, house is white with red shutters and the gîte is brown. The closed shutters are the girls' room; our bedroom is just out of view to the right.
This is the view from our bedroom, once we opened the shutters and doors every morning. Béatrice's husband, Xavier, works as an architecture in the office below us and the garden is beyond the stairs.
The street side is much starker. This view is from the edge of the cornfield and shows the window to the bedroom and the hall as well as the bathroom window. I love the piece of old stone wall , which is a common view around here. The house and barn are present in a map from the nineteenth century-- like many structures here, their age is only known to be greater than that.
Time to move on... Waiting at our local bus stop on our way home via Paris...
And on the train...
Modern technology: we're the blue dot, picking up speed on the high speed tracks past Bordeaux. The cluster of yellow stars is in and around Pau, and the other stars are places we stayed this summer.
Tired in the Paris Metro but so much better than when we arrived eight weeks ago! Suitably global, we were between a group of young women speaking Russian and two older men speaking Italian.
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