Holiday: Trados

Trados is a small hamlet in the hills about fifteen minutes to the north-east of Figeac.
Or, rather, it WAS a small hamlet but a long time ago everyone left and it became deserted and derelict until it was finally put up for sale, lock, stock and barrel.
Viviane's mother bought the lot and started doing each of the houses up, one at a time, starting with the 'big house' where they intended to live.  Then it was passed down to Viviane and she and her husband, Roland, have carried on the work.

Here's some photos I took.

The room I was in had a velux window in the roof and this was an early morning view from there - not part of the Trados estate!

This is the big house, the one where Suzanne and I were staying and where Viviane's parents had their home.  We were right at the top which has been renovated into a very nice, self contained area with two bedrooms, a shower/loo (see the small oval window in the wall above the two windows in the first photo) and a sitting area.  The kitchen is on the ground floor (the open windows in the second photo are the kitchen windows.

This is the house where Viviane and Roland live.  We ate all the meals on the veranda which is up the steps to the left and along.    You can just see the fencing along the veranda behind the greenery.  The pool was lovely.
(The house in the distance is the big house and you can just about see my Velux window in the roof.)
The second photo is the same house from the other side, the veranda being up the steps and through the door.

And here are some of the other houses.  While we were there they were all occupied with members of Viviane's family and friends escept for the little 'hut' by the gate ( see the view from the loo photo below), which is a sort of storage place, I think.

(the steps and the wall on the right are part of the big house, the rest is the otherside of the pathway down to the pool and Viviane's home)

And finally, here's the View from the Loo, showing the little building and a bit of the estate beyond.  Yes, it does close, there's a frame and window out of camera range.

And finally, Viviane loves flowers and there were great earthenware pots of them everywhere.

More another time.