The Frenchman was able to get me this picture. The house to the left is ours.

Pretty, eh? The house to the left is where we’ll be living starting August 2006 for 10 months. It’s a 250-year-old farmhouse. I bet there’s a ghost (or two, or seven) hanging about there. It’s rumored to have seen some Resistance fighting during WWII. A resident purportedly pointed a gun out one of the windows at a soldier on the grounds and shot him.

The landlords live next door, but the Frenchman says they keep to themselves. I love that about the French!