And so at last we got to Languedoc.

Our house in the town of Marseillan was a classic
town house and very comfortable.
The owners had sensibly sacrificed one
of their rooms to create an upstairs terrace
which we were able to use even in February.

Then we started to look at property.
The first few were large enough but fairly grotty

Going from one property to another we followed
a sign to an old Roman bridge

Which had next to it a mill which had been
running since Roman times, incredible!

Nearby we found the fishing and fish farming village
of Bouzigues

This is a shot of the Bassin de Thau which was
full of Oyster and Mussel farms.

The following day we went 150 klms north to St Affrique to see the “Dream House”.
It had been just sold.

Serious Bummer.

The Auctioneer drove us another 50 odd klms into the wilderness,
(called Les Pays de l’Enfant Sauvage,and I have yet to find out why) through the snow.

To see another incredible property.
This was a huge farm stead with roots going back to the middle ages.

Even the outhouses were stately

The lanes at the back had come straight out of a medieval film set

But it was just madness.
The barn alone would have been enough for us!
And it was way too far off the beaten track.

We strolled through St Affrique afterwards I saw how they sold paint here.
Separate pigments to mix yourselves.
Great.