There has been extensive behind the scenes clamoring for a house-hunting update (you know who you are). You ask, I deliver. But we have been looking at so very many houses that it is too much to show you in depth, so I have picked just a few that didn’t work out for various reasons plus a tasty treat at the end.
We were extremely tempted by the fine renovation work on this rental. It was, as the French say, un coup de coeur. We both loved the mix of modern and ancient architectural elements such as the fireplace next to a sculptural oak and steel staircase.
We visited on a day when it was pouring buckets and the sky was positively black but we could easily imagine this South-facing kitchen flooded with light.
And yet *sigh* there were practical issues. Practicality, you are starting to get on my nerves, that is all I am going to say on the matter. I am warning you.
For despite the fact that there is plenty of room, including a nifty mezzanine that could have been my yoga loft, there isn’t the space that we need. I have mentioned before that we have certain pieces that are non-negotiables: our gallery printer, Remi’s equipment, the monastery table. But we couldn’t even figure how to get our sofas in through the tiny, anciently carved windows and doors. I have a feeling that the people that lived here before us must have a very zen futony lifestyle, mais alas, that is not us. A shame because I think that we just might have fallen for this otherwise. A bonus from the experience? The owner and his Sister are so charming that I am sure that we will invite them over for drinks once we do finally find a new place to live.
In the worst case scenarios, I don’t even take photos. And that is saying something as I am usually an obsessive clicker as Remi and I can both see the possibilities in just about anywhere.
This smallish house has a lovely facade and a giant garage with a spacious back room that could be transformed into an office leading to a small outdoor area. French doors, stone walls, wooden beams…promising right?
But then you walk upstairs and see…this. A renovation that has sucked the bone-marrow out of the house’s history. Not an ounce remained and worse…
…this is the bathroom. Enough said.
We had difficulties arranging a visit with the charming young owner of this large and sunny home to rent for a very reasonable price.
It turns out that one of the reasons why is that she is still in the midst of the renovating process, especially for the top floor.
She asked us to use our imaginations to picture what it would be like in a few months time and we assured her that wasn’t a problem, certainly as there are such lovely features as sublime stone throughout…
…save for where it has been painted over…such as poppy red and hot pink…in the same room. Every single room would have to be scraped down, treated or repainted. As we have been through that already, we were pretty sure that we were going to pass…
…and then the toilet, floating randomly in the middle of the bathroom made the decision clear.
Visits like this can be a wee bit depressing.
Luckily, there exists the stuff that dreams are made on. Such as this Orangerie in Nimes, just ever so slightly out of our price range at 3300€ per month. Remi found the ad for this yesterday and it knocked us both utterly speechless. It is amazing to know that such places still exist. Wouldn’t you agree?
Oh my, that makes my heart jump every time that I look at it. A fairy tale world if ever there was one.
But perhaps you would prefer the garden apartment of a private mansion at 1900€ per month?
It even has something resembling a ballroom opening out onto the lawns…
Here are a few more links. I do hope that these work as they are on a very frenchy website (just click on the photos but do let me know if it is a no go, please) to whet your appetite for some of the fun things available:
Which one would you choose?
*Edit: I should stress that these are all out of our price range and for dreaming purposes only.*
Oh, how are we possibly on the verge of March? Tell me, how? So while I am a month early, with all of this rain then shine going on out my window, I can’t help but share a favorite tune.
to listen:
Thank you for being here and have a lovely weekend everyone!
The Orangerie in Nimes looks like a Shangri-La. An adventure indeed imagining the renovations after looking at so many places. I’ glad you do yoga to calm your mind and refresh for creativity. And from Seneca: “Things that were hard to bear are sweet to remember.”
What wine goes with jazz? Or is it brandy?
I do not read a word of FRENCH but I think it has 4 bedrooms!!!!Thats perfect.One for you and REMI,one for his office and two to rent out to all of us!I just LOVE that living room……..the outside pergola ain't bad either!PLUS, its CLOSE TO VICKI I THINK.It said something about St. REMY……….
Can you tell I'm LOVING my idea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!BED & BREAKFAST TRA>>LA!.
YOU are so GENEROUS and kind hearted!LUCK BE WITH YOU ALWAYS DAVID!How can the dog steps be ugly?Are they plastic???Paint and perhaps some molding could be added?Back to MISS HEATHER…………and thank you for agreeing with me on the MAS DAVID!How many bedrooms does it have?I have a feeling YOU could rent out a bedroom or two for a couple of weeks a month and make up the difference for your budget!!!I would definitely come……….am certain David would love to hang out with you too for a week and I'm certain there are a few more of your lovely SUBSCRIBERS out there who would jump on the opportunity!PENELOPE……..are you reading this?Remi could offer a photo course or day trip on how to catch the light!!!Are you with me on this……………???I'm going to go look at it again!THOSE DOGS NEED COUNTRY…………and you CAN learn to drive!If I can YOU CAN!
XOXOXO
Mr. David and Ms. Heather, I sent an email a couple of days ago, check to see if one of your vigilant filters sent it to the spam file. And, I can see those shoes…a ghastly grey green with mildew! I'm off to read about houses being sold out from under noses…
So. Cal. Kisses,
Vickie
Listen to "April in Paris" . .Trust, relax . We stick to much on our desire, plans, fears and would never expect that things happen when they must happen.Things will come so unexpected…that's how it works. …and don't let it get you down by wheel chair stories. Look only on properties they are in your budget otherwise you get confused and
unhappy.
Dear Heather?……SEE BELOW. As I wrote earlier, I spend half my time pre-figuring and anticipating how many of the current residents (dogs, humans) can "manage" the stairs…..and the degree to which they'll (eventually including, presumably, me) be able to do so. The house is 220 years old and has (between a 1790 core, two wing-additions from 1800, and two back wings from the 1830's…..with SEPARATE staricases leading up to what were slave/servant rooms) many levels.
I recently had a party at which several folks were all too happy to bring in one whellchair-bound friend(I know…the politically-correct term is "Specially-enabled!"….but ask anyone who actually lives in a wheelchair, and he/she will tell you that there's nothing deliciously "special" about the situation).
They brought the guest into the courtyard entrance (the newest part of the house, between the core and two wings). They afterwards (all twelve or so of them) retreated into the front rooms while I was busy in the back-wing kitchen….and forgot that a person ina wheelchair couldn't negotiate the two steps leading down to any of the other levels on the supposed first-floor of this old, cobbled-together house (actually, three houses that were joined in 1800 or so)
The good thing is that dogs happen to love that visiting friend, and he spent his time with them until I called everyone for dinner and found that he'd been marooned in the middle room.
David Terry
Vicki you can read all about it here:
http://lostinarles.blogspot.fr/2013/11/an-almost-in-arles-attic-renovation.html
Or the short version: we are getting kicked out because they sold the building.
"Doesn't DAVID have friends who have friends that have a home who needs a lovely couple with two lovely guard dogs to sit???DAVID……..are you on this?????!!!!"
Ummm, yes I do, actually, Elizabeth…….but that would require Heather and Remi's moving to rural, Upper Virginia horse-country. It's a lovely region, of course, but I've never garnered the impression that Remi's one of those swarthy, garlic-eating, God-knows-what-denomination, foreigners who are snapping at the bit for his lucky-chance to immigrate to the Glorious United States of America.
Quite frankly, about half of the sort of folks with whom I'm friends here would rather be elsewhere.
Your are right, though & as-usual, in thinking that the mas is the pick-of-the-current-lot.
I took one look at the joint with the cantilevered, iron staircase and thought "Oh…NO!". That thing is built to spell the disastrous (if lingering) end of visiting, aging mothers-in-law (how do you spell "b-r-o-k-e-n-h-i-p"?) and/or aging golden retrievers…….and I should add that, at age 53, I ain't getting any younger, myself.
Herve and I have many elderly and/or disabled friends, so practicality is, oddly enough, always high on my list of priorities. I went out yesterday to buy a set of ugly (but USEFUL) dog-steps sothat my oldest terrier can still sleep with the rest of us; today, a fellow's coming by to design the new wheelchair ramp I'll be installing at the back of the courtyard (for better or worse, two of my local friends are paraplegics, and I'm growing a bit tired of this routine of trying to figure out, during parties and dinners, which of the male guests are sober-enough to handle getting another wheelchair-bound guest up the five different flights of steps leading into this 220 year old house. It's one thing and one disaster to drop and destroy a fresh platter of Chaude Froid de Poulet Morvandelle all across the flagstones….but it's an entirely different & worse thing to do so to a 40 year old, really wonderful & hardworking, psychiatrist who happens to have been in a wheelchair since he was 15.
Wish us all luck, I suppose……
David Terry
http://www.davidterryart.com
Helen, the stairs is something that I want to keep in mind for Ben. He is turning 8 this year and we currently live in a three story walkup. While he is still young, I don't want to wear out his hips if not necessary!
And yes, it breaks my heart to see houses like that…
Chuckling is the whole point!
xo