A little over two years ago, my husband and I had the opportunity to not only buy one house in the south of France, but two. Yes, I know, this sounds very romantic and all, but… The two houses needed a lot of attention. I say that in the past tense, because the first house was finished last summer thanks to my oh-we-love-renovating-old-houses parents. It’s beautiful, it’s yellow and you can have a look at a whole lot of photos from the renovations here.
Now on to the second house. I guess you can still call it a house. It has walls and floors (on most levels) and someone did live in it. Mind you, when we got the assessment, it was rated as non-habitable. To this day, I don’t understand how someone could have lived in such conditions at all. There was an old man living there before with dogs and chicken (possibly rats and mice and other things).