The blue tarp of Sarlat...

The blue tarp of Sarlat...
I put the ugly blue tarp up in January to stop rain from leaking into the stonework while we wait for permission to renew it...

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

What to do next?

We’re in limbo. All the while estimates keep flocking. Three for each kind of skilled workman, or ‘cordes de métier’ as they say: couvreurs and charpentiers, plaquistes and maçons, menuisiers, plombiers and électriciens. The roof insulation is the key factor: glass wool, hemp or wood fiber, cellulose wadding or alumium sheets? And should the existing panelling stay or be taken down?

If opinions on what material to use diverge – keenly praising one item at the expense of all others – the attitude toward the existing  fabric of the house is generally shared: getting rid of everything and have a fresh start.

I try to make my point: an old house means the art of compromise and understanding.  One has to respect what is there. Radical decisions do not suit a building that has undergone alterations in time and offers a rich and complex texture.

Waiting for the serendipitous way out, we try to boost our spirits with forays to brocantes and vide-greniers. We have to furnish two complete houses after all!

A well worn outdoor metal table complete with cast iron feet came from a fun outing at Beaumont du Périgord and nostalgically recalls those ‘turn of the century’ garden parties under the lime trees. A set of Limoges china with that delicate French cornflower motif was had for a song at the same brocante. A pair of solid brass sconces unexpectedly emerged from a depot-vente along the road. They are 19th century but with a eye for the rich italianate taste of the grand siècle.


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