While driving the back roads in France, we soon realized it was a constant matter of choice as to which road to take, when all the roads eventually lead to where you are going it is hard to pick just one.
Especially when each road has something to offer. The single most eye opener on this trip has been that wherever we are in France, there is something extraordinary to see.
Such as an old French store fronts.
Garden gates and stone columns,
Old stone stairways leading into parks.
If we took the autoroute (freeway) to Paris it would have taken us four hours from Vichy. Instead it took us an amazing lifetime. At least that is how it felt, because we stopped every mile to appreciate another old sign, village, view, or the overflowing river…
or the mustard fields, a bakery or two or three, a castle, a ruin, a church, a trail…
French Husband always stops to look at real estate.
A mere chateau with 26 rooms, 17 bathrooms and acres of land —
990,000 Euros.
French Husband thought, "Wouldn't that be a beautiful bed and breakfast?"
I thought, "Wouldn't it be lovely to fill with antiques and have parties!"
He added, "Castles are a diamond a dozen in the middle of France, and relatively not expensive."
I poked myself… Castles. Oh France you are such an enchanting place to let ones dreams wander.
And yet we haven't stopped for a single antique shop. Amazingly true.
That doesn't mean I haven't thought about it.
If we start looking at antique shops, we won't make it anywhere.
Let alone dreaming about castles.
I peeked in windows. Hoping not to see anything that would grab my attention.
Though looking around a country filled with old things it is hard not to notice anything.
My attention was grabbed, pulled, drugged… happily I must add.
An old French farmhouse,
No make that a large old French farmhouse with land.
For a song.
French Husband is right… in the middle of France beautiful old homes are plentiful and empty.
Oh me oh my.
What would you prefer a castle or a farm house?
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