Awaiting the Judgement of Paris

A week of banking - and not much accomplished. It is now a full three weeks since we first went to the bank to start the loan application process. Last week was full of fun and games because of it snowed and thus all work at the bank was brought to a halt. After much wailing and complaining on my part, the senior person at the bank managed to fax something acceptable to the notaire by the Friday deadline. (This the very short version of a very long and complicated story.) We are now waiting for news from the bean counters in Paris. They had sent papers for John's doctor to fill out, and we sent these to them yesterday by Chronopost (at great expense, but one must show due diligence, we supposed) They would have received them today, and will perhaps decide in a day or two what exhorbitant interest rate to tack onto the nominal 4%. We can't, of course, make an appointment at the bank before we get this letter. So now, once we receive the response from the bank's insurance company in Paris, we'll then be able to make an appointment and actually fill in the loan application! It is now 3 weeks since we first went to the bank to get things started. Nothing happens quickly in the South of France. So here we are, awaiting the Judgement of Paris. (Who could resist saying that, eh?)

OK, boring banking stuff dealt with for today, let's move on to something more interesting, some photos of the local town of Beaumont-du-Perigord, taken the day we signed the sales agreement.

A view of the town center, showing some of the arcades, and the small parking lot. There are a couple of bars, a couple of butcher shops, a couple of grocery stores. There's also a couple of restaurants in the town, and at least one art gallery. (!)
















Here's John, under the arcades. No takers for those outdoor tables on that day.















Another side of the town square.