We have been house hunting again on this trip. Another dozen to add to the dozens we have already seen.
Lovely houses blighted by some unbelieveable monstrosity, lovely houses way over priced, lovely houses where you don't own the view and another little white box (like our rented house) might be built in it, houses so weird you and the agent laugh outloud, houses that make you shake your head that someone could have done that to such a lovely looking house and just plain dull houses.
The original house we sold up for, we have given up on, and if it isn't an ancient house with a garden in the medieval hill top town, we don't want just any house in the town.
The 'what we had before but in its original state' was sold before we could get a second look. Yes I know the idea was to downsize but the location was spectacular.
We are going to look at a house being sold privately in a local village this morning. And keep coming back to one we saw last November which has come down lots in price.
But meanwhile we are renting a tiny house on a hill with the most glorious view, shaded by lovely trees, with wonderful birds all around.
Kind friends are composing a letter to the ageing Parisian owners to see if they will sell. You never know, maybe this is the year when they decide that the 6 hour drive is just too much and none of the children really want it..................................
And it is all about location, location, location.