Marseillan seems like a typical small French village, with plenty of boulangeries (bread shops), people parking wherever they want, small windy roads, dog poop galore, a dearth of road signs, and fresh vegetables. It is still the off-season here, so the crowds are non-existent, and at times it feels like we are on a movie set.
Views from the front door:
The house:
We enter from the street through the garage, into the courtyard. Another residence is on top of the garage.
Walkway through the garage.
Front door.
Guest room. We will make the beds if you come to visit.
Guest loo.
Stairs showing guest loo door and master bedroom door at the top.
Master bedroom.
A view to the master loo.
Views out of the master bedroom window.
Bedroom windows on the right.
It has been nice to taste French bread again! But I do miss the Italian coffee. The burden one must bear!
We are planning a few day trips to local vineyards and Barcelona, Spain (a couple of hours drive southwest) and will keep you posted on all the details. Miss you all my friends!
Peace
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