B&B in Balleroy

This evening we made it to the B&B in a very small village called Balleroy. There is an old castle here that is owned by the Forbes family. Evidently old man Forbes was a great guy who loved to visit this town in France and would frequent the local pub, greet his neighbors, and dote on his house staff. Everything we’ve discovered about his children, since his passing, is quite bland – they fly in on a private jet at Christmas to give out the Christmas bonus to the house staff and then roll out of town. So much for making good of the family name; it’s such a shame, the castle is so beautiful.

Mom and Dad have a room on the third floor which is really like an attic room to any of us Americans. It has a tiny door, like the one in “Alice In Wonderland” that you have to duck and squat through to enter the bedroom. I’m luckier with a room downstairs with two twin beds and plenty of room to spread out my things. While I don’t have a bathroom attached to my room, there’s one down the hall that I have all to myself.

That’s all for tonight, it’s time for some allergy medicine and a good night’s sleep.