We love a treasure hunt, and what better to do with a house full of people and several cars after several lazy summer days by the pool? A roving treasure hunt is an old-fashoned pursuit - overtones of the Jazz Age and all that - but huge fun. It's hot and sultry in Provence, so the destination has to be somewhere there is cool in narrow shady streets. Here's the first clue: a bird cast in metal peeping through a grilled window high in the building.
But where is the location of this house that might be from a theatrical production of Romeo and Juliet? And what indeed will be the treasure?
PS. Maddy says thank you for all the lovely comments on her post - and cheers for the compliments on her writing!