The good thing about renting this villa in France is that it was actually there when we showed up. After reading a trashy novel about a group of people who rented a villa in St Tropez only to find that it was an abandoned wreck I was mighty pleased when we turned up deep in a valley in the foothills of the Cevennes, an incredibly dramatic and lush area of craggy cliffs and streams and chestnut trees, to find that we really did have a place to stay.
The problem is that I have limited – and I mean extremely limited – Internet access so I just haven’t been able to blog. Or finish any of the articles I wanted to. Maybe that’s a good thing. We all need a break. But I want so badly to download the photos I’ve taken of this crazy gorgeous and little visited region of France, but I guess it will have to wait a couple of days. For now, I’ll have to content myself with a swim in the pool at the foot of this 12th century chateau that Mark and I are currently calling home (one of 5 apartments in the chateau), visit the litte spa I found with stinky sulferous water and buy fresh produce at the stands that line the road. Ah, don’t you feel sorry for me?
There was a worm on my pillow the other night though. And I’m sorry but that’s all I have to complain about. Maybe I can complain more next time. But don’t hold your breath. I love the South of France.
This is not the Cevennes but it's close
Carol Perehudoff is an award-winning travel journalist and columnist who writes about solo travel, art, spa, adventure and anything weird and wonderful she encounters on the road.
A worm on your pillow? How weird. I’d rather have a chocolate or even an escargot. Maybe it a French welcome ritual …
You should have brought your paints. Looks incredible.Complaining is not allowed.You could be here in the mosquito invested centre of Canada with rain , no sun, and the West Nile Virus.
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