Out the front door, looking down into the garden.
S. Mar balcony garden transported. Looking rather forlorn.
Out the sitting room window.
Door to nowhere. I think there was supposed to be a balcony outside this door, but it opens onto the terracotta tiled roof. Never mind. The view is wonderful, and it will make a nice place to have tea when I've got another table.
Sitting room, piled up with boxes.
New sink as of Friday morning!
This was a few days ago. It's much tidier now.
Out the sitting room windows. Morning in the mountains seems to follow a pattern this time of year. At night the clouds sink down and settle in the valley like a huge, mountainous bowl of milk. By one o'clock they have gone back up to the sky again and the sun shines down.
Norcia, out my bedroom window, dreaming its ancient dreams.
Little Winnie's favourite activity: worshiping the oil radiator, the only source of heat until the gas gets turned on by Eni.
The fireplace works but the chimney needs cleaning. I tried lighting a fire, but the only way to keep the smoke from filling the room was to open a window. The smoke trailed happily up the chimney then, but it rather defeated the purpose.
Never mind. All shall be sorted in time. Piano-piano, as the Italians say.
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9 comments:
What a view! Not sure I'd endure the medieval plumbing, heating, ventilation, and cooking arrangements. But being close enough to just pop over for an EF Mass is a big plus.
Oh, all the plumbing and heating is quite modern. It's only the gas that isn't turned on yet. There was no sink in the kitchen when I arrived, but it is normal in European apartments when you rent something "unfurnished" to mean there is absolutely nothing, no more than tiles on the wall and a hose sticking out, in the kitchen. Odd, but true.
How wonderful Hilary - I'm pea-green with envy and to have the monastery so close.....
Therese
The photo of Winnie made me smile. Cats are such funny things.
Lydia
Yes, I love seeing pictures of Winnie.
I tell her all the time she's famous and has fans around the world, but she's very hard to please.
Oh lovely!
Louise L
What is the type of tree in the picture entitled "Out the front door, looking down into the garden"?
Oak. The place is busy with them. Whole oak groves all over the lower slopes of the mountains.
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