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1. It is one gorgeous village…very quiet too…

2. It is up there in the running, Gina…
   xo
   H

3. Thank you for the good thoughts Judith–and yes, it is starting to get a little long, it is true!

4. Hello my dear friends, it is so lovely to hear from you again! Yes, it is true that Remi and I will have to move. Our building has been sold and we declined on buying our current apartment due to the noise that surrounds us permanently in this part of town. So we are on the hunt and you are correct that in times it can be quite stressful, most certainly as there is a time constraint–we need to leave by the end of June!

5. Do all ivies climb or others crawl down?

   Interesting doors and windows and stairs can leave one breathless with less hints of what to select.

   Still an enjoyable search it seems.

6. George….what sort of house do you live in, if I can ask? there was a very interesting article (this is a weekly feature in the magazine "The Week"….."Houses with ______") a month or so ago, which was "Houses with Film Credits". All ten of them (which varied wildly in terms of size, style, age,etc) have been used many, many times in many movies/television shows. It was very intriguing to look at them and realize, for example, "YES!…..that's the 'loft' in "Ghosts….and it was also the apartment in _____ and _______."

   Amusingly enough?…..I'm longtime friends (we're the same age) with the daughter of a deeeeply Southern family who've owned the same, enormous plantation house (you'd recognize it) since 1830 or so. It was w-r-e-c-k by the broke-ass 1930s, and they were about to give it up finally, when it was "discovered" by Hollywood. This was after "Gone With the Wind"s release……and, suddenly, Hollywood was pumping out Southern Gothic movies…."Hush, Hush Sweet Charlotte", "Raintree County", "Jezebel", etcetera….this was a very hot genre for about twenty years there. During the 1970's and 1980's, Hollywood started pumping out equally Southern (if not so entirely Gothic) television productions such as "Roots", "Tom Sawyer's Adventures", etcetera……all, once again, requiring a large, antebellum mansion with at least one double row of giant oaks leading down to the river landing.

   My friend's family's house is THE house every American associates with "Civil War Stuff". About twenty movies and thirty television shows have been filmed there over the decades. The house is, of course, restored beyond belief. The trade-off, according to my friend, is that she and her sisters spent all of their childhoods moving, every six weeks, from spot to spot in the house to avoid film crews. Apparently, ther mother always reminded them that THIS IS PAYING FOR THE INDOOR BATHROOMS, Girls!"

   Similarly?…..my Oxford tutor was related to the Fiennes family, which has owned Broughton Castle (fairly near Oxford) since 1400 or so. It's THE house inevtiably chosen when film-crews need a comparatively small, exquisitely mellowed Medieval/Tudor (Broughton is both) manor house/sorta-castle.
   I went there once to visit the family (he's a Baronet, and she's the daughter of, I think, an earl) and found them living in The Servan'ts back-kitchen & laundry room (I kid you not). Actors were swording-it-about on the front lawn while some love-scene between Anne Boleyn and Henry VIII (or some other Tudor couple) was being filmed in the upper hall. It was all amusingly surreal, as visits to peers of the realm go.
   If you go to the website for Castle Broughton (they have one these days), you'll see a stirring series of photographs of the new, electronic refrigerator being hoisted by a crane down into the kitchen (the only way to get it there), while the Lord and lady wave their arms and cheer out on the lawn. THAT, also, was paid for by filming-rights.

   Obviously, I find this way of making-the-house-pay-for-itself very interesting. As I recall Sharon Santoni (she of "My French Country Home") almost had her house chosen for a movie this past Fall, but the filmers balked when she balked at the suggestion that she board all her dogs and horses and children for six weeks; that was a bit too much, she thought.

   Sincerely,

   David Terry
   http://www.davidterryart.com

7. This town looks age-deep in patina. It is a lovely place. I can see you living there. The pace seems unhurried, the buildings dreaming about ages long past. I am enjoying this journey with you.

8. Your pictures make everything 'picturesque' and beautiful and yet I know what you mean about looking for what's important to you. There are inevitably trade-offs. Space instead of light, kitchen instead of balcony, and vice versa and so on. Right now they're filming downstairs. They're often filming here. This crew arrived last week. They're polite but in the way at times and friends ask how I can put up with the inconvenience. And I point to my view, and gesture at the light. I could have a much bigger place elsewhere for the money, and be somewhere no one would ever ask to come and film, not a music video or a television show or a car commercial. But I have what's most important to me, and it is just right. For now. Looking forward to seeing you soon – bises,

9. ……..Later that day, I told Frances Mayes (yes, she of "Under the Tuscan Sun/Bramasole fame) that we'd been looking at a house. She emailed back "Oh, was it the Webb House?". I should emphasize that Frances (who when she's not in Tuiscany, lives about thee miles away at Chatwood, the farm she and her husband bought a few years ago) is an inveterate and canny house-hunter. She's the first to admit that she loves "looking" athouses the way some folks love "looking" at clothes in stores.

   I told her I didn't know what the "The Webb House" was. She asked where we'd been (this is a tiny town, in which there only about 20 "named" houses). Turns out that "The Webb House" (you can see it on my Facebook page) was the house I'd been longing for. I know…..too "Miracle on 34th Street" for words.

   It was only sort of on-the-market….which is how things go in places like this. Also?…it cost half of what we'd just been dispiritedly looking at. Within a month, we'd bought it….and within three months, we were living in it.

   In any case, I've never lived anywhere (and trust me; I've spent most of my adulkt life living in rented places that certainly didn't cost a million dollars) since college that didn't just turn up via a casual conversation or a blind-turn on a side-road (usually when I already knew that I'd need to be moving, but didn't want to face the prospect of doing so).

   Something will turn up, Heather. As far as I've ever learned, finding the right place to live is like finding a person to fall in love with. One does, of course, have to do the dreary slogging in an effort to demonstrate to yourself and everyone else that You're Being Serious About This Issue………but the final lucky-ticket always seems to land in your hand just when you weren't actually looking for it.

   Avuncularly yours as ever,

   David Terry
   http://www.davidterryart.com

10. Dear Heather,

    Have I told you the story of how we came across and bought this rambling, 220 year old house?….

    Entry # 3948957 in the "Ya Never Know" category:

    Herve and I (we'd kept two small, neighboring houses in Durham for ten years) had, for about seven years wanted an old, relatively "in the country" house. Every once in a while, we'd pack up and go look at something (which always turned out to be "wrong" or plain-out impractical for one reason or another…..usually at least two reasons).

    At one low point, a little more than two years ago, we drove out here to Hillsborough (a tiny, 18th century town that's been almost entirely bypassed by development since 1860 or so) to look at "Heartsease"……a very lovely (from the outside) amaglam of a simple 1784 house and a greek revival, 19th century, two story addition/wing. It was going for a million dollars, which Herve admitted we could afford (need I emphasize that, as the resident epidemiologist, he's rather more familiar with and in-charge of these figures than the resident, self-employed artist?).

    In any case, I was, actually, relieved to go inside and find (as Herve later agreed) that the interior was just TOO TOOOO TOOOOO renovated beyond repair. Everywhere you looked, there were elaborate Brunschwig&fils window "Dressings" (no way any of these could be called "curtains"), inappropriate-if-undoubtedly-expensive Chandeliers from Sotheby's or Christies, thick WHITE carpets (thank you, I keep a pack of rowsty terriers), and basically just no end of having rigged the house out as though it wwere some Newport mansion rather than a fairly simple, 200 year old house in North Carolina. All too obviously, it was/had been owned by a very rich divorcee with too much money, too much time, and too many decorating-magazines on her hands. It was (is, for that matter) quite lovely if it's the sort of thing you like, but I couldn't help hissing at Herve, as we followed the real-estate agent up the stairs, "Okay….we're gay….but we're not THIS gay…..".

    After making appropriately non-commital remarks and thanking the agent for her time, we slodged down the drive back to the car….where, the moment we'd closed the doors, I said "Why would we pay a million dollars to buy a bunch of stuff that we're going to tear out and throw away the moment we get in the joint?". Herve agreed with me.

    As we pulled out and began driving away, I spied a comparatively small, but very lovely & simple (as in not overly fussed-over with inappropriate "Restorations"), obviously 18th century house….sitting sort of close to Heartsease, but situated much further back from the road. I wearily said "Why can't we just find a house like THAT one anywhere?" (to be continued….)