Our village, Montblanc, is slap-bang in the center of Languedoc just a few miles from the Mediterranean – it is typical of a confident, prosperous farming village in Southern France and for centuries has been a working community. It is much the same today as it has been for the last couple of thousand years.
Building Our New High Street
There have always been visitors coming and making their home here. From Hannibal on his way to Italy for the world cup 2,500 years ago (descendants of his war elephants still live in some of the trees in the woodlands around here – to beautiful lasses from the Scottish highlands here a holiday this week – the local villages offer their usual welcome and glasses of wine.
Some of our guests are out on a stroll (a balade) this morning – with frequent stops for wine and foie-gras under the trees. Talks about the flora and a team of horse drawn carriages (one mule drawn) are there to bring them home later.
One of the joys of living here in the South of France is that my mother can live with us in her own private apartment in Villa Roquette. She has always been a keen gardener and we are proud of her results in the Mediterranean climate.