My Cottage's Colorful Soul: Rules? What Rules?
My dearest friend, When I first laid eyes on my little 200-year-old cottage nestled just outside Lyon, it was an absolute dream from the cobblestone lane. A true slice of French history, complete with exposed beams and a kitchen that whispered tales of generations of hearty meals. But internally? It felt… well, a little too proper. A symphony of “shoulds” and “must-haves” seemed to echo in every room, dictated by centuries of tradition, unspoken design rules, and perhaps a touch of French formality. My heart, however, longed for something else entirely. It yearned for me. ...