The best part about it all was getting to go to the country house with the grandparents. We left the house spotless, got the kitten into her cage, and drove about an hour and a half north of Paris to the 'Moulin'. The property was formerly a farm with a water-powered mill and several buildings, stables, a barn etc. The stream still bubbles along the side of the house which has now been completely renovated/restored, and the mechanisms of the old wheel take up part of the sitting room. It was so gorgeous. I don't know why they don't just live there all the time.
There must have been about 10 acres of birches and firs and walnut trees, landscaped paths, the stream, a duck pond, dozens and dozens of flowerbeds, and absolute tranquility. I kept my window open at night, and could here the water flowing by beneath me. The autumn colours were so spectacular, and there were squirrels and pheasants and moss growing on the roof tiles, and 'sigh', it was so adorable and so authentic. The kids had so much space to play, we had a blast running around with the soccer ball, riding bikes and playing tennis.
I didn't have my camera, so this photo is cheating, but you know, it's the vibe of the thing.
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