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It’s our last night at the chateau Bussas. Our French wilderness idyll is over. Every day since Wednesday Mark and I have had a running conversation of, “oh no, I can’t believe we have only 3/2/1 more days” or “where has the time/day/morning gone?” or “how can it be over already.”
Then, last night, Mark turned traitor. I caught him reading our Paris guidebook in bed! And today again by the pool! While I’m still poring over A Walking Tour of the Cevennes along the trail of Robert Louis Stevenson, he’s already moved on to Paris, where we will be tomorrow night, after a drive to Marseilles and a short flight, soon settled into a little apartment across the street from the Louvre on the famed and wonderful rue Rivoli. In walking distance to the Piano bar at the Hotel Crillon. And this time I’m drinking champagne at the Plaza Athenee as well.
But not yet. For one more evening – which is going to include a local meal (chicken in fresh tarragon sauce for me and wild boar casserole for Mark) cooked and delivered to our table by the caretaker’s daughter, I plan on staying right here in the rugged and beautiful Cevennes. At least for one more night.
Scary Roads of the Cévennes
I live nearby and took a walk past the Chateau a couple of weeks ago on my way to the Gorges du Soucy. Glad you like the area – we are still in love with it. I found your blog accidentally as I searched for “heavenly sounds Cevennes” because we heard some very weird sounds yesterday afternoon over the hill above our property which could only be described as “heavenly” – still don’t know what the answer is …
Sounds heavenly. I’m am glad you and Mark have found what sounds like such an exquisite place.
Chicken in tarragon sauce sounds lovely…