On Friday we went to the town of Lectoure, which sits high on a hill with a spectacular view of the surrounding countryside. Frank showed us his monumental renovation project, a very grand town house that had belonged for generations to a prominent family. The rooms are all the size of entire apartments in New York. The view is breathtaking. I’m sure that it will be magnificent when all is finished, which will be in a year. I cannot imagine ever undertaking such a project, but Frank is passionate about doing up houses. He showed me his notebook full of sketches and ideas for the place. It makes my renovation of the apartment in Brooklyn seem like child’s play.
Back at Espiessac, Lynn and I had dinner and watched the sunset, as we did every night. On my way back to the pigeonnier, clumps of stars punctured the dark sky. When I got into bed, the moon was hanging nonchalantly in the window, casting shadows on my bed. I didn’t want to think about leaving this magical place.
On the flight back to New York, I sat next to Jane Birkin. She was very nice and gracious even though the staff at the airport made such a fuss over her, buzzing around her like bees.