The most “in the heart of the hamlet”, opposite the bread oven.
It is on its beautiful terrace in the shade of the “umbrella fig tree” that you will take your meals. It owes its name to the last owner family.
A long time ago, a regular noise, slow and deaf, came out of "Malric's House" as if it sheltered a ghost.
It was the "papet Malric", a victim of insomnia by the fireside who chopped with a pruning knife on a block of boxwood, branches of the same tree to reinforce his mattress or to make litter for his goats.
Today, no noise will disturb your sleep.
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