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September 19, 2008

I like awake looking at the moon through my bedroom window and wishing that my Portuguese neighbours would go to bed. It's 2.00am and I can't sleep because they are making even more of a racket than usual. Eventually, I throw open the casement windows and shout into the navy night sky: 'Vous faites trop de bruit. Soyez tranquils!'

I climb back into bed thinking how ironic it is that I came to France seeking peace and a quiet life only to find that I'm living next door to a 24 hour street party. Maybe it's different in Provence but I don't recall anything like this happening to Peter Mayle.

comments (1)

1. Posted by Nath on August 3, 2009 8:29 AM

I've discovered your blog via the Daily Mail article. Very refreshing and also very interesting...
From a french mummmy living in London ;) (http://mimimouse.canalblog.com/)

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