[Click to enlarge.]This is a view from the street of the actual house that we rented:
I remember above all that it was a terribly chilly house. The water in our radiators was heated by a coal-fueled stove, which I had to stoke up every evening, and the thermal efficiency of this archaic system was not far above zero.
I traveled daily to my work in Paris by train. After six months or so of this rural existence, we decided to get back to civilization. So, we bought an old flat right in the middle of Paris, in the rue Rambuteau. But I retain fond memories of that brief stay out in the country, near the main highway between Paris and Brittany.
The virtual visits one can indulge in nowadays, almost unbelievable!
ReplyDeleteI would be worried sick about a wood stove that has to be stoked up in the evening. I am very scared of carbon monoxide poisoning, even though I survived childhood just fine in a house that only had wood stoves to keep us from being frozen stiff overnight.