Chemin de Candordy is the name of the road that our little “Impasse”, or dead-end street, stems from. These are the cute ceramic road signs in our village. The hand painted drawings are different throughout the village. They add a little extra character to the normal (French) street signs.
This is Dennis and Ann Marie’s gate and entrance to their house. They are one of five neighbors on our “Impasse”, or street. We see this white gate every time we come or go from our house. Most home owners have gates. Property is very private and if you visit someone you have to ring at their gate. One does not even get to the front door. Most gates are automatic, like a garage door in America. Ours is not. If you notice in the above photo, there is a small light on the right hand side of the gate. When their gate opens/closes this light will go on to warn anyone of the operating gate and/or someone pulling out of the driveway. I have noticed this light at many residences.
This is the intersection of our “Impasse” de Candordy with Chemin de Candordy. The property with all the shrubs and trees is Patrick and Denise’s house. They have been great neighbors, especially during the floods. Their grandson, Adrian, goes to school with Jack and Sophie and he is often found at our house. In fact, Jack and Adrian argue like brothers. Adrian is 9 years old. They usually like to play soccer.
This is a view looking down our Impasse/street. Around the bend to the right is our house, 6 Impasse de Candordy. We have loved our little street. Last weekend our street had a “neighborhood” party. It was at Ivan and Caroline’s house. They live at the end of our street. They have a son who is in his 20’s. Ivan had Mojitos ready for all of us to drink and we had to kindly decline! Ivan and Caroline are known for their crazy and fun parties. Ivan brought out his guitars and my boys tried to play with him. We were all singing and enjoying each other’s company. It was so fun! When my kids started feeling a little tired, around 10:30, they were saying goodbye to everyone and we noticed the french were a little surprised by this. Aaron and I asked if it was polite that they leave and okay for them to leave (after all, we just lived one house down) and they all responded that it was fine, just unusual. Usually the kids all stay up late with the adults. Aaron and I did not leave until after midnight.