Today’s “almost” is hidden away in the French countryside in a corner of the Languedoc not terribly far from Arles and yet completely unknown to us.
So, you know the drill. We put the puppers in the car, rolled down the windows to let in fresh air and off we went. Upon arrival, we were both pleasantly surprised by the charming village and the outer appearance of the house we were to visit. It is pretty, isn’t it?
It has an imposing facade, one a bit of une femme d’un certain age posing to show off her best angle…
…and it looked positively huge…melting into the former barn (see the black line) that was in the process of being renovated into a separate, private property.
After having met the real estate – who kindly offered that we bring Ben and Kipling along instead of leaving them in the back of the Range Rover and rushing through the visit – we entered into a very large walled in courtyard…with an ailing palm…
…and a mysterious tree that curved around the house protectively like a cupped hand. What a haven this could be!
There are two options for entering the house, either by the main staircase…
…or by the charming side entrance. We chose the latter.
There is a pretty hall that could have made a nice space for me to work in…
…that leads onto a small guest room and bath that also looks out onto the garden. It could be sweet (Persian carpets, paint and books), save for the spider the size of an electric socket on the wall. He would have to go.
Upstairs is a series of rooms leading off of the main entry hall. A dining room area…
…looks into the kitchen… *cough, cough*…
…and into a living area with a pretty fireplace…
…that has been bizarrely cut in two to form separate rooms. I would have torn down absolutely all of these walls to create one fantastic, light-filled living space. Amazing. I actually kind of liked the red tomettes but the ensemble (and certainly the wack stone flooring in the dining and kitchen) would look lovely with parquet. Take the far wall back to the stone, add a lime-wash to set, hang a chandelier and wow would it be pretty.
Beh, the two small bedrooms would need more…imagination…
…although Ben seemed to be enjoying himself (only in France would a dog be allowed off-leash during a home visit, right?).
The bathroom would also need a total do-over but all of this stuff is just cosmetic and look at the light!
Plus there is a really expansive…laundry room? Storage space? I have been told (a-hem) that I have a lot of clothes. So this could also be a great dressing…
…and there is also – for the deep of pockets and brave of will – the possibility to do a master suite in the attic. Somehow.
Most of the ground floor is taken up with the world’s biggest garage. Truly perplexing until Remi suggested that they probably used to park tractors in there. Needless to say, it would work for us.
So…there is work but there is also mega potential. It is a huge, practical house with a private garden (big enough to put in a bassin style pool if we someday had the money) and very reasonably priced.
“Uh, huh…” I hear you thinking. Because you are no fool by now, having figured out that I only post about the houses that are definite “no’s.” “What gives?” you might be asking (or with whatever is the current slang for such a question).
At one point during the tour, Kipling started whining (apparently even he found it surprising that dogs were allowed on real estate visits) so I took him outside. After getting comfy on one of the ancient stone benches in the garden, I did a little video.
See below:
Now, did you hear those cars that started rolling by at the end? You can’t tell in the video but they were really, really loud (and don’t judge me because you can’t hear it, judging isn’t attractive, just trust me). And no wonder, as there is nothing separating the house from the road. Nothing. And there is another smaller road on the left hand side as well, basically giving the property a road hug. Do you remember the train track house?
Well, we asked around and even though it is in the country, this house is on one of the main transport routes of the area, so that means big-wheeler trucks pass too. Apparently, the local citizens have been petitioning to get a new road built that doesn’t cut through the heart of their otherwise charming village but to no avail. So, yes, for once I am not exaggerating. It is “a situation.” And folks, I am not moving out of the heart of Arles where the noise level is slowly driving me gaga minus the Lady to live in the middle of nowhere where the street traffic will finally finish the job. Even the real estate agent (and trust me, in these parts they are not exactly known as bastions of honesty) admitted, “Well, if you are looking for quiet, then this is not the house for you.” Et voooooillaaaa. Dude, is anyone not looking for quiet in the country?
The day was not wasted, however. We rewarded our very patient puppers with a stroll through the surrounding vineyards…
…where we were rewarded ourselves with technicolor harbingers of the everlasting Spring.
Which makes it time for a peppy Frenchy tune that I heard on the amazing fip radio today:
I responded to it because the chorus translates roughly to: “With time, everything will work out.”
And it will.
We are getting closer. I can feel it.
Would you like some proof?
Click here to read the “news”…
Why THANK YOU Penelope………….XXX
Not so sweet, sweet, and sweetest.
Congratulations Remi.
I will lokk for the April issue.
I almost missed "the news!" How fantastic! I hope I can find a copy around here. These house posts, though this one looks amazing from the outside, totally blow away my image of French interiors. Reality is scary sometimes — especially some of those kitchens. But I agree that 'with time, everything will work out.' Stay strong, my friend!
Dear Heather, It looked like the perfect place but then I thought about the puppers not having free range while living in the country. Those main roads are much too dangerous for them. You would always worry just as I worry about our dogs falling through the ice in winter even though our pond is beautiful.
Congratulations to Remi, what an honor and so deserved.
Look forward to next NG, a win – win for them and Remi.
Dear Heather!
I loooooooove your blog and your wonderful style to write and tell …
I wish you very good luck to find your dream house.
I know the problem good.
We are searching for years to find a dreamy place to live ( in Bavaria/Germany).
No chance to live in the beautiful Provence for us.
But for you and your husband and your cute dogs!
Happy week!
With love,
Geli
Hi there!
this is what I would do! Go right to Texas and to you! (it is the truth; I would!)
Marsha would take me in……and those warm Texas women!
I have only been to Dallas! But warmer women I have never met anywhere in the world!
Penelope
Just listen to La Contessa! She is right about everything! I am not exaggerating! Her heart; her values, her vision!
SHE KNOWS!! And floor plan is key!
I know you will find it soon!
Penelope
So cool I must get the issue but the hunt continues…courage courage Heather!
How exciting about Remi's feature in the April NG. With time things do work out. Sometimes it takes 2000 years plus 28 months, though, which may not be ideal for house hunting 😉