Les Bordes, October 30th, 2009 When I first arrived, I woke to the soft sounds of the curlews chattering in the trees opposite. The next sounds are the voices of our near neighbours. Madame has stentorian tones that echo around the neighbourhood. She waters her pot plants at midnight and cossets two large caged birds that hold great fascination for the many local cats, who admire them with longing glances. When I opened the shutters this morning, I was greeted by the charming sight of a small girl skipping down the road talking to a large black dog, a tiny grey [View Full Entry]

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Les Bordes, 11 September 2009 In the land of Bardot, Deneuve and Tatou and indeed the delicious Madame Sarkozy, it comes as quite a relief to find that here in the countryside; the women are not perfect examples of French chic, in fact quite the contrary. Our neighbours are friendly, offering ‘bonjours’ and ‘bonsoirs’ in passing, but we have yet to engage in conversation - probably a good thing considering our fractured French. The locals are friendly too, so much so that one fell like a stone at our feet when we were having lunch yesterday in Mirepoix. It see [View Full Entry]

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