A day of dreams

A lot of my time is spent in reading and replying to emails from people looking for property or asking about making a life in France.

Carole and I came to France to escape from, what we saw as, a decaying society in England in the early 1990’s - education promised nothing for our two infant daughters. The Thatcher years had left an inheritance of selfish exploitation of commercial interests and it seemed to me that the rich would become richer and isolated and the rest could buy lottery tickets.

As an estate agent I am seeing the dreams of people from all over the world who are looking at France and seeing a “Shangri La” (with wine) - don’t get me wrong, I believe it is a great place to be or we would not stay - I can’t think of a better place to live with the resources and skills we have - but I do try to strip the “rose tinting” from glasses.

Where we live, at this time and in this region I sincerely believe is just about the best place in the world for us to be. If you are mega-rich, then you are not like me and have different problems, but if you have some freedom of choice about where and how you will live, then perhaps I can help you find your dreams - a little.

I have answered a lot of mails today about old, inexpensive stone houses near the Mediterranean, there are not many are left to find, it is a finite resource. What will I do when they are extinct?

Diary, twiku

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