House #6: The hangar

Where's the house? Is this it? All we could see was this door, and a big hangar-like barn sort of structure. So we knocked at the door next to the big hangar-like barn sort of structure, and an old woman answered, and told us that the house we were searching for was actually in that hangar-like barn sort of structure. Fair enough. Jeanette (our friendly estate agent here) went to her car to fetch her flashlight, and we entered.

It was big. It was dark. The only light came from overhead windows set into the ceiling. We wandered through piles of stuff, a maze of vehicles, heaps of junk. There was lots and lots of space here, which I guess was part of the reason we had liked the description of this place. But where was the house?

Out another door, we found the garden. Also nice and big, with fruit trees and a nice view of the old village. Great. But where was the house?

We wandered back into the barn. The house must be here somewhere, right? And then we found it. Can you spot it, behind the little Renault 5? Hilarious.

And so finally having located the house, which was really nothing more than a small cinder-block box inside the greater stone box of the barn, we checked it out inside. But with no working electrics, and with the sturdy lego-like construction of the house blocking out all traces of ambient light from the barn beyond, we were unable to take any compelling interior shots. Of course, given the ill-considered layout, the cheap-as construction and the dubious furnishing taste we found therin, I don't think any amount of light would have made our pictures too compelling anyway.

"How much is this place?" we asked Jeanette.

"300,000," she answered. We all laughed, threaded our way back out of the house and barn, and headed on to our next and final property of the day.