This is not where he was born, nor where he spent the majority of his life, but it is his Heart-Home and they still know him there.
The small building on the right is the communal bread baking oven. Once a month, wood-fires were set in the oven and maintained by all until the temperature was right for the baking to begin. Huge rustic loaves with thick brown crusts had to last until the next time.
When we first purchased our barn, in 1999, the roof sagged and the rain was pouring in in several places. There were a dozen resident bovines in the lower level stable and the little boy from across the way came to ask what we were doing with his Dad's cows.
The old bread-oven had also been allowed to founder and so we proposed to restore it, as part of our project. We were later told that someone stood up at the community meeting and expressed concern that "The Americans" would be taking over. The Mayor's office was shamed into taking care of the needed restorations. The picture below shows the local roofing material, called Lozes, on the oven roof.
Below is a picture of where the cows used to live.We pulled out the foot-thick granite slabs that were the stable floor and raised the ceiling into the space above, to give ourselves some head-room. It's a great kitchen, if you don't mind having your stove and sink 50 ft away from one another.
The articulated pot-filler, over the stove top, was unheard of by local plumbers. We went online from California and had one shipped to us, from Italy, then we packed it in a suitcase bound for France.
Conte draft horses; locally bred to work the fields and forests; low center of gravity; soup-plate hooves; stocky build; kind and willing disposition. The epitome of a work-horse.