A house of one's own in rural France
The church bells ring pure and clear, every half-hour, day and night. They are the beating heart of the village of St. Jean de Cole, in...
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France's DordogneGetting there
From Paris-Charles de Gaulle Airport, take a TGV train to Angouleme. The trip takes 3 ½ hours, and second-class fares start at $71 each way. Rent a car near the train station; St. Jean de Cole is an hour's drive.
Where to stay
Maison Rose is a restored three-bedroom stone house in St. Jean de Cole. It costs about $3,000 a week; email the owner, email@example.com.
Many vacation-rental agencies offer Dordogne accommodations, including Seattle-based France Homestyle, www.francehomestyle.com, Oregon-based At Home in France, www.athomeinfrance.com, and Pennsylvania-based Just France, www.justfrance.com.
Reasonably-priced vacation rentals can be found through the "Gîtes de France," which has promoted rural tourism in France for 50 years and lists more than 45,000 rentals. www.gites-de-france.com (in French).
Where to eat
Moulin du Roc:
The restaurant is the culinary high point of any trip to the region. It has two lovely indoor dining rooms, but lunch on the terrace overlooking the river is spectacular. About $58 for lunch with wine and an aperitif. www.moulinduroc.com/(Rooms also are available.)
A day tour with Christine Desdemaines-Hugon, author of "Stepping Stones: A Journey through the Ice Age Caves of the Dordogne" is extraordinary — but expensive, with her fee about $345. Contact her at firstname.lastname@example.org.
Many Dordogne caves with prehistoric paintings can be visited without a formal tour. However, the famous Lascaux caves with their prehistoric paintings are closed to the general public, although there is a visitor center nearby and replica caves with copies of the paintings, called Lascaux II. Or take a virtual tour at www.lascaux.culture.fr/#/en/00.xml More information
St. Jean de Cole tourist office: www.ville-saint-jean-de-cole.fr
French Government Tourism Office, www.franceguide.com
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The church bells ring pure and clear, every half-hour, day and night. They are the beating heart of the village of St. Jean de Cole, in the Dordogne region of southwest France. But when Jim and Mary Oppel bought a house here, right near the church, they worried that the bells would keep their guests awake. Would the town fathers, they asked, consider silencing the bells between midnight and morning, in the interests of promoting tourism?
"Mais non!" came the swift reply.
"The older residents in the village attach enormous significance to having them ring 24 hours," explains Jim. "That apparently confirms the continuity of life, so to have them not ring during the night would suggest death. Very French, this!"
Not to worry. My wife and I rented the Oppels' house, Maison Rose, last August and quickly learned the rituals and routines of village life.
When you stay in hotels and move frequently, your days are full of getting lost and growing frazzled, waking up in strange beds and walking down strange streets. When you take a house for a week, ease replaces anxiety. You come to recognize the turnoffs and the traffic signs, the shop windows and the cafe waiters. And you welcome the sound of the bells.
Jim and Mary, both natives of Kentucky, moved to the Dordogne in 1994 and bought Maison Rose six years later. The original foundations date to the 11th or 12th century, about the time when a huge abbey was built across the square. The house was "modernized" 500 years later, and during the 20th century it served as the village school. After its last owner, a woman with a hundred cats, died in the early 1960s, it stayed vacant for decades so rebuilding was a huge job. The house lacked modern heating, wiring and plumbing.
Today, Maison Rose has every convenience, but what we really loved were the rich textures and the native materials, the colored tile and porous stone, the woven mats and weathered woods. A coffee table fashioned from an old door, bound in iron, graces the living room. Thick open beams march across the kitchen ceiling. Just out the back door, a pergola shades the garden, and a small fountain provides a soothing soundtrack for a simple supper of local bread, cheese and wine, shared at a wrought-iron table after a day of touring.
St. Jean has often been called one of the most beautiful villages in France, and its tile roofs were once judged the finest in the country. There are special events — a May flower show in the square, summer concerts in the church — but what's really special is the everyday look and feel of the place. The humpbacked bridge over the River Cole. Half-hidden lanes and half-timbered houses. Flowers climbing over walls and spilling over pots. An iron door knocker. A lace curtain. Sun on stone. Shadow on water.
Many visitors to Maison Rose like to see the countryside by bike (the house provides four of them) or canoe (easy to rent on the region's many rivers). Since my wife and I had other priorities — lunch and culture, in that order — we took a series of day trips to surrounding towns.
French roads are well built and well marked, making driving easy. Grand houses, now abandoned, are scattered across the hillsides, tombstones marking the Dordogne's feudal past. But the humble signs of modern life are even more beautiful: gray limestone barns, tawny hay bales, field after field of bright yellow sunflowers.
We took a tour with Christine Desdemaines-Hugon, one of the world's leading experts on Paleolithic art, which flourished in the valley of the Vezere River about 14,000 years ago. The famous caves at Lascaux are closed to the public, but five other sites are open, and we started our tour at Cap Blanc, which is not a cave at all but an open-air shelter nestled into a cliff face.
The Cap Blanc site was actually a dwelling place. It is decorated with a stunning bas-relief frieze, 40 feet long, carved into the rock and featuring 14 animals, mainly bison and horses. The artists — working, of course, with the most primitive of tools — managed to produce realistic, overlapping images.
Christine's tour includes two caves, Font de Gaume and Combarelles, that were used as what she termed "cultural sanctuaries" and decorated with countless sketches and carvings. Many are hard to see, but our intrepid guide instructed us to bend at the right angles while she pointed her flashlight in the right places. And there they were: geometric designs, headless bodies and, in one notable case, realistic sex organs etched into the ancient walls.
Most trips in the area do not require a guide, however. We visited Aubeterre, a mountain village almost two hours away that features a 12th-century church carved out of a limestone cliff. Dozens of tombs, also hewed out of the rock, gave the church a spooky feel.
We wanted to try a few of the region's top restaurants and decided that lunch was a better bet than dinner. Less expensive, and after a full, wine-filled meal, I'd rather drive home in the daylight.
If you have only one fancy meal, go to Moulin du Roc (a Michelin-starred restaurant) in the nearby village of Champagnac-de-Belair. The moulin, or mill, was built on the River Dronne in 1690. We were ushered to a table on a shady terrace overlooking the water, where cocktails of kir and cassis immediately appeared.
Yes, the food was memorable: stuffed pigeon in mustard sauce, salmon with a touch of citrus, a blancmange for dessert. But what really stays with me is the setting. The river was an impressionist painting that kept moving. A breeze would stir a branch. A cloud would splinter a sunbeam.
Before leaving, we walked through the old mill (it is also a hotel with 13 rooms), past a display of worn grinding stones and over a small footbridge spanning the stream. We paused at the top and gazed down at the water. The calm, and the quiet, stopped time for a moment. We could almost hear the bells of St. Jean.
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