Who's going to turn up next?

You just never know what's going to happen next here. We'd just finished for the day and I was heading for the shower, when a car with a Paris number plate arrived looking for a house where Cyrille Fages (our builder) had done some work. We of course owned up that it was our house and we invited the lady and her two teenaged children to come inside to have a look at what Cyrille had done. She was particularly interested in any stonework that he'd done for us. We gave her an abrieviated tour and she seemed impressed. The family is from near Versaille and we don't know how long they've owned a house and a ruin in St Catherine, the next valley to ours. We must remember to ask Cyrille if we're on commission the next time we see him!


I was particularly pleased when the lady asked us if we were English or Dutch. I took it as a compliment that she didn't know straight away that we were English.