And Then There Were Two
It had been a really long day. We had been on the road since 7am this morning and as darkness fell over the Tarn et Garonne, we settled in for the night with a cup of tepid hotel …
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A chronological study of our journey to France.
It had been a really long day. We had been on the road since 7am this morning and as darkness fell over the Tarn et Garonne, we settled in for the night with a cup of tepid hotel …
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Losing out on our dream French home really knocked us for six. For a while we couldn’t even continue our search. Our inbox was a graveyard of unopened estate agent emails - a …
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In our last post we covered the initial stages of buying a house in France. With a mountain of paperwork submitted to the mortgage broker and the translation of the dreaded …
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The next step was to consider how the buying process would work.We had heard horror stories about French bureaucracy that would make your hair stand on end. After some research …
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Leaving France behind is similar to pulling out a stubborn weed – it left a part of us wanting to stay rooted. But this year, the ache was tinged with something different. We …
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Our first exciting foray into French property hunting had left us with only one contender, “House Two”. Aside: Ever wondered what the easiest job in the world is? A strong …
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After arriving in Toulouse we found our one and only arranged viewing had been cancelled. It was starting to feel like a property purchase was not meant to happen for us.
We headed …
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We had our hearts set on a charming French getaway, a spreadsheet brimming with potential properties. Spring was calling, promising sunshine and tranquillity, but then came the …
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Having already decided to look for a property in France. We had finally found “our Area”!
After a heavenly two-week sojourn in the Gers, we were smitten. So smitten, in fact, that …
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Our next French adventure took a detour to the Gers, a land where ducks outnumber humans and history oozes like Armagnac in a chateau cellar.
It all started with a last-minute …
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