We have just three weeks to go before the end of our season here at Le Couvent. It's been great. We've met so many new and lovely people. I'm constantly amazed that we haven't had any absolute rotters come to stay. Everyone's been completely charming and a real, real pleasure to have in our home.
Next week we have a fab photographer Jessica Antola coming to take photos of Le Couvent and surroundings for a piece for Travel + Leisure magazine. Her photos look absolutely wonderful so I can't wait to see what she makes of these beautiful old walls.
It's bright and gorgeously sunny again today. All our guests have gone off to Pezenas market. I'm going to do some weeding.
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- Le Couvent - www.roujan.com
- Take me somewhere warm and friendly where I can stop - stop and stay for a while in a big, pumpkin-coloured room, a chambre d'hote where I don't have to wake up until noon. Does it exist? Come on, of course they do, hotels, houses to rent, chambres d'hotes in the south of France where I can check in for bed and breakfast and stay a few days and it's alright and I can get up at noon and smell the lavender and walk through the vineyards and dip my toes in the Mediterranean and, and I could lie on the beach and read. I could read French books, I know my French is rubbish but even I could read Agatha Christie in French, Something old-fashioned. Sort of Deauville or Provence. The tube jerks off. Outside the windows are dark curved walls with thickly-coated horizontal tube maps of wires moving by. Passing by slowly, I give you that, but definitely moving. "Thank God, not today then. Yes. No. Oh God. We've stopped again. Why don't they tell us what's happening. They do quite a lot now about all sorts of things. Not really important things of course. If they don't say anything it means it's bad. Or they're too busy I suppose. How busy? How bad? Okay, don't go there. Go back.
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