Tales of Chateau Living:
the GOOD the BAD and the UGLY
Behind every fairytale, there is a reality… What follows is the openhearted truth of our life in the picture-perfect French countryside—a life woven between quiet struggles and small victories.
From adapting to the slower pace of rural days to embracing the unpredictable challenges of chateau ownership—our journey has been anything but simple. We've faced isolation, weathered seasons that tested our strengths and patience, and navigated the cultural nuances that come with being newcomers.
Yet, we've also found profound joy in the beauty of the land, the warmth of local connections, and the satisfaction of building our home rooted in nature and traditions.
This blog is our honest recollection of those experiences—the highs and lows that shape our life beyond the glossy reels of instagram.
from the stable boy's den to soft, country comfort
The structure has stood since 1626. In the old records of 1660, it says this was the place where the stable boy came to rest after a long day, surrounded by the syrup-sweet smell of hay, grain and horses. I like to imagine him climbing up here in the dark, his boots tired, the rafters creaking around him as he drifted off to sleep.
Our Pilgrimage into Chateau Living
When Jeff and I found it, the same walls that have witnessed centuries of dinners, births, storms, silence and much laughter were just standing there, not just asleep, but immersed in a decade-long coma. We fell in love immediately as we realized that a house like this does not belong to you… it is you who belong to it.
