Our house in Belcastel was perched below the Castle. A huge balcony overhung the river. Quite modern inside. Note the view from our back window – and for those who ask how we/she finds these places, here’s Liz doing what she loves best
The house is a beautiful restoration with pegged beams, a large living/dining area with a working fireplace (that it appears the French cook on), the laundry room reminds you that you’re living on a cliff and there is the haunting view from the Balcony.
Most fun was the front stairs. A combination of Richard’s surgery, a misting rain and our innate clumsiness made hauling our shipping container sized (and weight) luggage into the house like moving stones for the pyramids. Note the tunnel entrance to our stairway and Liz leaving by our back stairs.
The stone shingles on the roofs have a wonderful sense of age with their moss and wear. Wonder if there are any roofers still alive who know how to repair them?
The bridge is still very functional – but a tight fit for our mini Mercedes. Traversing a Lincoln Navigator would be tight. The Mercedes wing mirrors can be retracted by an internal switch – we learned why
It was a wonderful place to visit alone in winter. At night we kept expecting the local ghosts to drop in for a drink. In Summer it must be terrible. They have RVs parked by the river and the apparent crowds and parked cars everywhere must turn it into a theme park…but alone in winter it was memorable….and we did love our friendly guide
One mystery – there are several of these devices throughout the village – anyone know what they are?
When we first arrived in Belcastel the first people (in fact the only people) were the members of the local youth group
Facetiousness aside – it is a magical place – do visit if you can