Bonjour! I've had two full days in France now. I feel virtually like a local. So, where did I end up after thirty six hours of travel? Amberac.
Amberac is a tiny little village in the Charente region countryside. Think south west of Paris a couple of hours in amongst all the wheat and sunflower crops.
It's possibly one of the most peaceful villages I've experienced. The air is filled with stillness and the only sounds are those of the abundant bird life. It is teaching us all lessons about the simple things in life and stirring up yearnings to learn french and have a farm-change escape.
It has been inhabited since the roman times. The houses are hundreds of years old and have nearly metre thick stone walls. It boggles my mind to be staying somewhere that has housed so many lifetimes. It's not a big village, in fact there is only about seventy residences here many of which are owned by the English who visit for the summer and then board up and return to city life.
It is full of sweetness. It's the type of village that has narrow little streets lined with stone houses with colourful shutters and vegetable patches in the front yard. Living inside are people who have lived here all their lives. Weathered faces that only speak french and who are absolute treasures with stories from lifetimes ago.
We freely walk up the middle of the street when we wish to go anywhere. Mostly the traffic are tractors that you hear coming long before you see them.
There is such a sense of sturdiness about it's character. It has survived Nazi occupation during WW2 and is full of history that I just want to discover, squeeze out and soak up.
This is my hang at Mulbery House which is just ridiculously Frenchy. I am living my French shutter dream.
This village has a hall, shire office and school all in the one building and hasn't had a wedding for fifteen years. They find it absolutely gobsmacking that we have travelled half a globe to celebrate a wedding here.
And do you know what gets me? This is all the frenchy adorable-ness right here. They have a van that pulls up at the bridge and honks it horn every morning at 8 am and those who wish to buy fresh bread walk up for their daily dose.
I feel like I am walking around on the set of a French film except this is real life here. I am completely smitten with Amberac and feel so contented here. Wanna pop over?