I thought we were spoiled in Paris, but oh my, the South of France is putting on a show. We drove for four million kilometres yesterday {approx} in school holiday traffic {merde} and arrived at our next holiday house is Tour le Faure around 8pm. We arrived to this view.
Hello.
I went out, lay in a deckchair for five minutes, then leapt into that pool - frock and all. Divine.
My brother-in-law went out in search of food and found some awesome pizza, which we consumed with wine on the terrace.
How divine is this? See that room in a wee wing off the main house? That's our bedroom.
The pool? Oh, it's just carved into the side of the hill and overlooks the valley in the most perfect possible manner.
This is our bedroom complete with MASSIVE king sized bed and stone wall. Hello heaven.
This is our bbq, how proper is that? We went to a market this morning and I bought the most amazing steaks that shall be cooked over an open flame on that later tonight.
This morning we went to our neighbouring town, St Cirq Lapopie and discovered why it's won the title of Most Beautiful Village in France on more that one occasion. It's magnificent. You have to park on the outskirts and walk up or down to the village, and it's simply breathtaking on every level.
See?
I GOT A PHOTO WITHOUT TOURISTS! It's a miracle!
How's this for a pop of colour? Because the town's so steep there are loads of places to stop, to sit, to catch one's breath and admire the view.
We had lunch under these vines. Nobody spoke, we just kept mumbling, "mmmm", 'Ohmygod" and "delicious". I had a forester's plate {assiettes des foriestes - I think} which was an amazing salad, carrot salad, smoked duck breast, omelette, CHIPS, walnuts and goat cheese. It was massive, and so, so good.
So much history.
The French really care about asthetics. Everywhere you look are gorgeous flowers which perfectly match the buildings. Each area has its own distinctive style. It's incredible.
This week we'll be boating, canooeing and swimming in this.
I needed an icecream to sustain myself before walking up the hill to collect the car. Yep, it tasted of watermelon and the seeds were crispy bits of chocolate.
Bears crossing. Apparently. Or is it more sign mischief?
I think I've found where we'll retire...
