Village Life

 We live near a very small village. When I say small, I am not exaggerating. There is no post office, no boulangerie, no cafe, nothing. It does have a quaint thing going and it is interesting to me to hear about life there in times now past. Our area is known for its hiking and biking so we often see people pursuing those activities here and there.We are deep in the countryside of Provence and along with our little village we get those pleasures that run deep brought to us by nature. In any case, here are a few shots around our village.


 This building has always intrigued me. Someone is living there now but it was once an auberge or hotel of some kind. When we first moved here you could see writing high up on the wall but it is all faded away now. I saw an old photo in the mayor’s office with women in long dresses and hats sitting in front of it.


 This is the home of the mayor’s mother. He and his wife live behind her. She always has great flowers growing. The mayor is a farmer and long with growing grapes for his own wine and olive trees for his own oil, he also has a small plot somewhere and his mother sells white asparagus and strawberries in the Spring.


 Mary watching over our village on top of the church that I have never seen open.


 View up the “main street” of our village. This is what is called a gite. They have gites which house single families but this is a more rustic one set up for hikers and bikers with a camp feeling of bunk beds in large rooms and large bathrooms. We tried to book this for the family reunion coming up in August as it can hold up to 30 or so people but it was totally booked for 3 1/2 weeks by a group of handicapped children.  


This is where we voted. Yes, I voted in the French elections. I really didn’t feel informed and wasn’t sure how to vote but in the end I voted as my husband did because he was so passionate about it. He was for the Socialist, Royal. He was so upset when Sarkosy won and worries about the future of France. He stayed up until 3 AM watching the vote returns in Paris. I do feel that France needs to change alot of things in how it does business so maybe Sarkosy can do that. We will see.  When I voted I put a slip of paper with the person I wanted written on it into an envelope and then put it into a slot. The mayor pushed a button which let the envelope drop into a glass container and a little bell dinged and the mayor said, “A vote”. Yesterday the changing of the guard took place in Paris when Sarkosy took over from Chiroc. Maurice was so upset he couldn’t even watch.

14 thoughts to “Village Life”

  1. I watched a bit of the formalities. I’ll keep abreast of what’s going on there; it’s more personal, now, reading your blog.

    Great photos; wish I were there!

  2. And I thought my village was small! Are those screens on the house of the Mayors mother? The only other screens I have seen in France are the ones we brought with us from America.

    As always, lovely photos Linda!

  3. Your village seems really charming. I guess that brilliant blue sky helps 🙂
    I’m not French so maybe it’s not my place to comment but Sarkosy could be good for your countries economy. He does signify change though and change is often not easy for anyone.

  4. Thank you for that petite tour of your petite village 😉 Looks absolutely charming!
    What’s with that church, however? Maybe they are short on ministers/preachers/priests?
    I have to admire Maurice for his passion, but if you ask me (and I’m sure you would have if you could ;-)), Sarko might be just what the French need now…Just give him a chance.

  5. Hi Linda…lovely to drop by again and I love the photos of your home village. I can’t believe you have a church that you have never seen open? That seems quite strange to me…So nice to catch up on all your other amazing photos and stories. Nel

  6. Moving to Bretagne in just a month now: our dream come true. We share Maurice’s worry that the special features which make France so wonderful will be lost with this new government. Oh please, not yet another nation lost in materialism and acquisition, who forgets what it is like to have long lunch conversation with family or a day relaxing with friends and fun. The very reasons I left America with my family, searching for a way of life with meaning. Let’s hope France prevails and remains the cultural wonder that it is.

  7. What?? No boulangerie?? Ce n’est pas possible!! How far must you go for bread? Isn’t there a law in France that there must a boulangerie within a certain, fairly close distance? As wonderful as your village looks, now I’m worried….

    Meilleurs voeux!!

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