Our daily routine goes a little something like this. We sleep entirely too late, til around 10 am. We open all the windows and the top of the Dutch door in the kitchen. We brew coffee and toast a baguette, slather it in French butter, top it with either Speculoos (graham cracker paste that we thought was peanut butter), then top it with fig or fruit jelly. Most days we do a load of laundry and hang it out to dry, then sit at the long farmhouse table and plan our day. Should we tour another castle? Should we look for depot ventes to shop for junk, or go to the daily street market? Maybe, we could visit another ancient church and look through the cemetery for our ancestors.
Some days, we don't plan. We just choose a direction and have an adventurous day, just see what we see. Those have been some of our best days.
After our daily adventures, back at home in the afternoon, we sit outside and each do our thing. I blog, Chelsea Facebooks, and Kurt usually plays the guitar until dinner time. One day, he took his guitar down to Redon Espic, the church we love that has the most resonant sound. He recorded some hauntingly beautiful music there.
Commissioned painting by Jenni Dickens
Kurt is chef, Chelsea and I assist with cutting vegetables and bread. Chelsea sets the table and I clean up afterward. Kurt is such a good cook that I am happy to do the dishes.
Kurt is chef, Chelsea and I assist with cutting vegetables and bread. Chelsea sets tahe table and I clean up afterward. Kurt is such a good cook that I am happy to do the dishes. , and slow paced living is all I could have hoped for. There are roosters crowing, chickens and cats wandering around the little town square, donkeys braying, sooo many birds singing and stunning country views all around. There are old stone houses, tile roofs, roses at every turn, small but full garden plots, bonjours here and bonsoirs there. Baran is quiet, save the birds, donkeys and roosters. Boyntanac is lovely and I am happy here.
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