Scolding my friends from the South of France, i put their picture on, and nobody cares, maybe they are not my friends anymore?
A little story: our house from Labastide de Virac comes from my mother in law, she was born here and had inherited this lovely old farm house, she was partly raised in this village, and Mr Garden came for holidays to see his maternal grand mother in the village too, what I mean is that this friends you see on the staircase are the great grand children of Mr Garden great grand parents, and all the descent after them.
And what about me? the Alien from nowhere?
The first time I saw the village from the road leading to the village and I remember it as if it was yesterday, I fell in love with the place, so it is still today.