Posted on March 3, 2020
In the UK, the conventional wisdom is that, if you’re looking to sell your house, you make it clean and tidy; perhaps brew some fresh coffee, even bake some bread, in order to create a cosy, welcoming ambience for the prospective purchaser.
In rural France, however, as we discovered on our own house-hunting trip, it’s common practice just to pile up a load of junk and invite the viewer to use their imagination and see past it.
(We didn’t buy this one – although that isn’t to say that the one we did end up acquiring looked any better on first sight)
Posted on February 10, 2020
When we were house-hunting in France we saw quite a few of what we described as ‘Marie Celeste ‘ properties – houses that seemed to have been frozen in time as their inhabitants just upped and left.
This was one of them. I cannot remember where it was but I do know we didn’t buy it.
Posted on November 21, 2019
We’re still going through the fruits of my most recent doorscursion, to the Charente town of Chabanais. I’ve tried to group the images by theme each week and this time I’ve gone for the saddest, shabbiest doors I came across.
None more so than this:
There’s a small area in the town centre that’s about to see some renovation activity and is currently fenced off, so I thought I’d better record it before they go and spoil it. The flowerpot on the step adds a touch of poignancy.
More old abandoned examples:
Not so old, but not particularly cared for:
Thursday Doors 21 November 2019
Posted on November 1, 2019
Posted on December 15, 2017
This old Renault just up the road (i.e.three miles away) in the village of Saint Barbant hasn’t moved in all the five and more years that we’ve been living here in France. I think it’s been abandoned.
Posted on March 6, 2017
A sure sign that a building is unoccupied is to look for spiders’ webs. It doesn’t take long for the spiders to reclaim their territory, as in this window in the medieval back streets of Confolens. To judge from the old stickers, this particular place was last owned or run by a motor mechanic (although obviously not a medieval one).
Posted on February 21, 2017
I spotted these forlorn planpots outside this second floor window of an obviously unoccupied building on the main shopping street of the town of Confolens, in the Charente département of France: