Well, I've just been to Lectoure and back and I can report that the house is still there. And, alas, it's still not for sale, but snapping a few photos of it is probably more in line with my budget, anyway.
From what extrapolating I could do discreetly from the sidewalk, I'm guessing it has a small walled patch of garden. The balcony is just crying for flowerpots with trailing blooms, and I would ditch the satellite dish: when I'm in the Gers, I have much better things to do than watch television, anyway. The foundation and what looks like a windowless bottom floor are built into the city ramparts, and if there are any rooms hidden behind, they would make a perfect wine cellar.
From the name on the mailbox, I'm guessing some lucky British expat currently owns it. I hope they take good care of it for me, and when they are ready to sell (say, a trade for 600 square feet just outside Paris?) they'll look me up.
From the name on the mailbox, I'm guessing some lucky British expat currently owns it. I hope they take good care of it for me, and when they are ready to sell (say, a trade for 600 square feet just outside Paris?) they'll look me up.
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