The really ugly ones, those created by architects, poorly brained and raised in steel, glass, concrete worship do not abound over here: maybe the region is too rural , too austere.
This one here above is modern, as far as I can judge built ten or fifteen years ago in the style of the region.
This one has the bad luck to stand on a very busy road. That must be the reason why it is so frequently for sale or for rent.
Here we are in a tiny hamlet, about two kilometers from the village. It is a farmers' house.
Another farmers' house with his barn in the foreground. Do you see those columns, looking like chimneys? They belong to a hundreds of years old ruin, its stones served to restore the village church.
In bygone times the living quarters and the stable were frequently under the same roof. The round door on the ground and the stairs on its left testify for that.
This house surely belongs to some wealthy Parisians. The gate and the high well groomed hedge all say the same: do not enter, don't even look at us! The hedge must be cut with the help of a ruler.
In the foreground the round, wooden door: "I am a converted stable". In fact they sell antiquities over there, the stabble of old might be the store room for all that expensive trash they hope to sell to the grockels (UK English for tourists).
Another old style barn in another hamlet.
This house is one of my favorites. It's a converted barn, standing at the outskirts of the village. The people who made this did a great job here.
Couldn't refrain from showing this. It's the sore spot of our village. I wonder what will happen now. Keep tuned.
Another specialty of the region is the material they put on the roof. Sure, mostly you will see conventional tiles, used everywhere. But many houses still feature "lauzes" as shown on the two following photos. These "lauzes" are stones, thick and very heavy. A normal wooden roof structure would not be able to support them. Sturdy beams, generally made of chestnut trees are a must and you need a thick wallet, too, to pay for it. But living under it, no storm will be able to bother you and your family. The cosy comforts of stone age.
Rejoice, this is the last picture:
Last not least, this is the town hall, though it should be said a village is not a town and a house is not a hall. In this house, the mayor has an office and he is present three times per week.If you enlarge the photo, you'll see something strange: the wall is partly made of bricks, partly of stones. Till now, I have been unable to find out the history of this house and what happened there in the past.
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