Here we have the first furniture rescue project since we installed ourselves in France. This little console table has been sitting around waiting for repair and tlc for a few years but kept being sidelined for major house projects.
It is true. I love to Troc. We were driving around the industrial estate behind Casino supermarket in Carcassonne looking for the Orange Boutique. Googlemaps said that we were virtually sitting in it; then Trev suddenly remembered that Phil had said it was inside the red gallery. Anway, on our third sweep we drove past a Troc. Probably just as well I wasn’t driving because I would have just done an emergency stop; instead I shrieked out the usual three expletives/commands/directions-
Great shop, packed with French gems too numerous to photograph; though I was a little bemused by this entire section right of what was obviously dark polished wood 30’s furniture all stripped back to raw? mmmm…
I thought of my fellow restoration blog-nuts
Look at this achingly ancient and charming corner cupboard (I thought of JP’s authentic house )
Do you remember this post eons ago? doors post
In the interests of reusing and recycling where possible we repaired the hideous flush brown bedroom doors and frames and I got Trev to panel them in Languedocienne style. Then they got put back for a million other priorities, then we finally got back to them.
Also eons ago I posted about these four resin panels, moulded over the original hand carved wood that I bought in UK, guessing that they would fit the proportions of these two doors. They did. But they were really hard to attach.
I had to use a strong version of Trev’s magic mix and bake them off on the terrace in the high heat last week. Then we painted, clear waxed and antique waxed them. If you want details I will do a follow up post.
Takes the biscuit really.Why, if all you had to do was lift the drop latch to close the shutters, would you hack at the latch assembly & surrounding wood with a butter knife instead? We have no idea, but at least two vandals (guests) have done this at Argeles. The original Vandals, of course, were an East-Germanic tribe marauding across Europe some centuries ago.
Guys, I am perilously close to web-camming the apartment. If it were not for the fact that most of our guests there are lovely, tidy, clean people with a brain, I would do just that.
Argeles has a sad backstory too, as far as the 20th century is concerned. You can read the Wikipedia version Wiki
Or you can check out this brief, but painful and powerfully moving overview here
I have always been drawn to sad backstories and tales of injustice, inequality and prejudice; it’s magnetic. No wonder I carry so much around in this head of mine.
Many others have benefited, including family and friends, just NOT US.This will now change I assure you.
Though only 90mins from the village house, it’s vibe is totally different and we love it for what it is; a seaside town that has existed as a tourist spot only since the 1950s-60s when the beach area was developed.
Often overlooked in favour of it’s more famous and decorative neighbours Collioure (pretty, but you can’t park in summer and beach is vestigial) and Banyuls (ditto, but slightly more spread out) Argeles has a spectacular 7km beach and a similar length promenade under umbrella pines.
Trev, water boy, went off for a swim of course. An hour in the sea is one of his greatest pleasures and the main driver for buying here; I have long got used to his initially disturbing habit of swimming out a mile or more, which used to freak me out big time.
I did a change over (by choice) and decided to do a real deep clean – paintwork, windows, walls, tops of doors, wash anything that isn’t nailed down. We had to buy new chairs for the balcony so in the spirit of neighbourliness I put the old ones by the bins. They disappeared very quickly. The new cushions went in. People do odd things to cushions as I have noted in previous posts…..
We are happy here too, in a different way. Even my little car is happy to be in France and you can’t see Madame B’s dent in above photo. When we came out of the Accountant’s office last week it was 48 degrees and the satnav announced that it was too hot to work, but my car copes just fine and has never overheated, even with ridiculous temperatures we have had for last few weeks.
Shots from balcony (great sunset) left & right