After almost five months here in the still undiscovered, secret countryside of Corréze, we are heading back home to Montlouis sur Loire. I will be exchanging my Corréze kitchen for my Montlouis kitchen!
…a barn kitchen in Puy d’Arnac…
…Montlouis kitchen…
We’re locking up Coin Perdu for the winter:
Setting aside the wheelbarrows and cement mixers. 
Emptying the pantry in the Corréze kitchen corner. Stripping the beds of linen. Storing books and magazines away from humidity. Packing my art stuff. Taking my art stuff off the walls. A last sweep.
A last grand créme at the brasserie Les voyageurs at Beaulie where the charming Cecile always brightens my day with a smile.
A last stroll to our little bench to throw a last glance across the valley.
One more photo. Packing Tokala and Aiyani in our peugeot bleu.
Shutting la porte de la grange.
Au revoir notre petit Coin Perdu!
…our corner in Corréze…
…lovely Cecile at Les voyageurs…
May the owls be kept warm once again in the barn for this winter, may les vaches roam content on our hils, may les buses continue circuling the skies, may les chevreuils graze undisturbed down by the poplars and may the wild flowers welcome us bright and jovial on our return in the spring.
…working or fiddling…
…birthdays…
We enjoyed two birthdays, many sunsets and starry skies. We had good friends visiting us, staying with us in the barn. We had a surprise visit from good friends in South Africa. We got to know our neighbors, Jean Pierre and Michéle and Yvonne, 86 years old and along with her chickens, as fit as a fiddle! We became regulars at the bar in Beaulieu, enjoyed icy cold péche melba on hot afternoons, sipped aperitif at 17:00 along with all the other regulars.
We did lots of hard work: Turned the barn into a living home. Turned the old homestead into a construction site with ladders and cement and beams and trucks. There were tears and frustration. Arguments. Difference of opinions. Anger, irritation, misunderstandings. We had blisters and bruises and still have. We rushed off to emergency with a slashed open head, got stitched up and continued working. But we also went for long strolls in the forest, nibbled on peaches and oranges.
…Liandri & Marinell…dreaming?…
We became part of the heart beat of Corréze and we are going home, replenished and with vivid memories, patiently awaiting spring to restart it all over again. Of course! Can’t wait!
…a last glance…
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