Le Logis De Limalonges

06/09/2024

Tales from Nouvelle-Aquitaine #102

“Une feuille tombée au sol n'est rien d'autre que la vague d'adieu de l'été.”

Many leaves had fallen these past days here at Le Logis.

Shades of gold, russet and a league of browns and ambers covered the cream gravel of the car park and alleyway. The gentle warm breeze having gathered them into a random patchwork of colour had changed direction to cause mischief elsewhere.

The trusty rake having finished its work leant against the sack which was fit to burst. These leaves would be stored before being used to protect the potager in the months that would follow.

An orange sunset lit the front of the house; of long shadows and quiet reflection. Its rays shimmered from the pool and up under the zinc guttering like tiny diamonds where two collared doves sat quietly together.

The day before we had said goodbye to Lynn, Pav, Debbie and Lee - old friends sharing our stories of years gone by.

I always say with great sincerity that we find it hard to say goodbye to our guests, this time particularly so. We had spent a wonderful week in their company catching up. It was at that moment that we realised how quickly this season has passed us by.

From the first défilé of the year marking the 8 May - and the impromptu garden tea party in the garden. Our fêtes des voisins was a great opportunity to catch up with neighbours we hadn’t seen for a while. The village celebrating the 14 July - Fête Nationale and such an impressive firework display. The Chasse lunch brought people together once again in the village.

These past mornings out on our walks with Archie we had noticed the mist on the distant hills reminding us of the folklore ‘Les brumes de Montalembert’. By mid morning the sun offered enough warmth to the pink and white cyclamen flowers at the far end of the garden still covered in droplets of morning dew.

Late afternoon we made our way to the potager armed with our Sussex hand made basket called a “Trugg” - a wedding present a decade before.
We collected the last of the Summer tomatoes pausing to taste one straight from the vine. A freshness and sweetness like no other. There really isn’t anything finer. Krysia had planned to use them to make a passata sauce which will be frozen, ready for when needed.

Krysia and I would like to thank all of our Summer guests who have chosen to stay with us this year. From those of you who have returned to those discovering us for the very first time. It really has been our pleasure to share our quiet corner of France with you. You have all made it one of our most memorable yet and it is very much appreciated.

With our Autumn guests due during the next few days and our village Brocante this Sunday we look forward to a busy time ahead.

As I type I notice a fresh covering of leaves on the driveway. It seems my trusty rake hasn’t quite finished its work just yet.

The last word this time surely must go to Ronald and Suzy from Holland who came to stay with us for the second time. One evening at sunset we shared a bottle of champagne that they had kindly bought us to celebrate our wedding anniversary. We discovered it would be their wedding anniversary a few days later.

Ronald insisted on opening the first bottle. As he poured the first glass he said that there really is something special in the air about this village.

I asked him what he thought it was.

“I don’t know” he said.

“Something magical”…

À votre santé! ❤️🍷🍷🇫🇷🇪🇺❤️
Paul & Krysia x
Le Logis De Limalonges
©2024

05/09/2024

Après avoir fait nos adieux aux derniers invités de l'été 2024, nous avons remarqué une date très spéciale sur notre calendrier avant l'arrivée de nos visiteurs de l'automne. Cette semaine marque notre septième année en France. C'est incroyable comme le temps passe vite.
Nous levons notre verre à tous ceux que nous connaissons.
—-
After bidding farewell to the last of our summer 2024 guests, we noticed a very special date on our calendar before the arrival of our autumn visitors. This week marks our seventh year in France. It's amazing how quickly time flies. We raise a glass to everyone we know. Cheers!

À votre santé ! Paul & Krysia ❤️🍾🥂🇫🇷🇪🇺🥰🥰

22/07/2024

Eh …alors?! ❤️🍷🇫🇷

01/07/2024

C’est parti ! Eté 2024… à bientôt les amis ! ❤️🇫🇷🇪🇺🍾🥂🥰😘

22/05/2024

Tales from Nouvelle-Aquitaine # 101c

“Faire la pluie et le beau temps”

Today’s impromptu drive saw Krysia and I travel east to Montmorrilon. It had been eight years since we had stood on the bridge which crosses the River Gartempe and took in the scenery. It was as delightful today as it was then.

Montmorillon is known as Cité de l’Écrit. The old town across the river is full of book shops and art shops which line the twisting narrow streets up to the Notre Dame church sat on the top of the hill. Definitely worth a visit!

Thankfully the good weather was on our side. We just made it home indoors before the rain fell. “Hou, la vache!” 🐮

À la vôtre ! ❤️🇫🇷🇪🇺
Paul & Krysia x
Le Logis De Limalonges
©2024

21/05/2024

Tales from Nouvelle-Aquitaine # 101b

“Parfois, on est trop occupé pour se rendre compte de la beauté qui nous entoure.” K.Tadman, Mai 2024.

We decided to spend some time travelling just an hour or so away from Le Logis. We were reminded why we moved here and the beauty of so many things that surround us.

À la vôtre ! ❤️🇫🇷🇪🇺
Paul & Krysia x
Le Logis De Limalonges
©2024

06/05/2024

Nous nous réjouissons de rencontrer nos prochains hôtes très bientôt...

01/05/2024

Joyeux 1er mai à tous ! ❤️🇫🇷🇪🇺

Joli brin de muguet par Juliane LE GALLES

Joli brin de muguet
Jolie petite fleur
Pour un peu de gaité
Et beaucoup de bonheur

Pour vous aujourd'hui
Qui êtes dans mon cœur
Je vous offre ceci
Le muguet du bonheur

21/01/2024

Tales from Nouvelle-Aquitaine # 100

❤️”Joyeux 60e anniversaire à ma chère Krysia” ! ❤️

To paraphrase that well known song “it may well be winter outside, but in our hearts it’s most definitely Spring!”

Every year we carry on the time honoured tradition of hosting a tapas buffet party for Krysia’s birthday. Regular readers will know Krysia loves to cook. The original idea of a hosting a tapas party in late January is nothing short of inspired genius. It’s Krysia’s way of offering a little sunshine to our friends during the depths of winter.

Always thinking of others before herself.
Every birthday is special of course. This year even more so.

💥 And here we are … at blog number 100! 💥

I am continually amazed to think that anyone would even be remotely interested reading my random ramblings about our French life after all this time.

Blog number 1 was written on the adjoining approach ramp to the motorway in Calais. Our car was packed to the roof with the last of our London belongings. We sat stuck in a snow blizzard for five hours with our dog Archie fast asleep on the back seat.

How time flies. To me it seems only a blink of an eye since we first met sharing so many adventures along the way; with many many more to come.

Krysia and I would like to thank you all for supporting our blogs for the first 100 episodes. We would like to thank all of our guests who have come to stay with us so far. We have met so many wonderful people and made many friends it’s simply impossible to thank you all. This Summer is looking set to be as busy as ever. The opportunity to share our home in our little corner of France is something we never take for granted. Making happy memories is a gift in itself.

If you are reading this - could I ask a small favour please?

I’m about to raise a glass to my beautiful wife Krysia and wish her a very Happy 60th Birthday.

If you would be so kind as to take a moment to wish her the same in the comments below it would really make her day.

Happy Birthday my darling. You are truly loved.

À toi Krysia, joyeux anniversaire ma chérie 😊😊 🇫🇷🍾🥂❤🇪🇺

Paul & Krysia x
Le Logis De Limalonges
©2024

09/01/2024

Tales from Nouvelle-Aquitaine #99

“Bonne année bonne santé!”

It certainly was a crisp morning this morning.

The wind cut through our multiple layers of clothing as we paused briefly while Archie made his usual pit stop adjacent to a neatly planted row of walnut trees on the corner of the crossroads. Several cars passed us their drivers drove slowly giving us a wave, smiling as they passed by. A morning jogger slipped silently by dressed in a luminous green jacket and Norwegian styled bobble hat. Those Lycra trousers couldn’t have been very warm but then she looked very determined to carry on. I was only determined for us to get home and make the most of the fire I had lit in the salle à manger in readiness for our return.

I wasn’t disappointed. The crackle of the fire greeted us. Slowly my ears and nose began to thaw out. The kettle let out a whistle on the gas stove meaning it was time for a warming cup of coffee. I sat on the floor mesmerised by the flicker of the flames of the fire. Krysia continued with her online French course in the kitchen with Archie nestled in his basket.

We really enjoyed the New Years Eve dinner at Laura & Pete’s.

We had all reserved a special take away meal consisting of many courses prepared by M.Ragot from Le Puy d’Anche in nearby Sauze Vaussais. Despite this there was the small matter of apéros on arrival. There was a huge amount of food.

We found it amusing to surprise our French friends by continuing our odd custom of welcoming in the New Year twice.

Midnight here was celebrated by dancing to Gloria Gaynor’s song ‘I Will Survive’ (I have no idea why, but a party classic none the less 😆). An hour later welcomed in the New Year again briefly watching the chimes of Big Ben from Westminster before the dancing recommenced.

The feu d’artifice was live on French tv from Paris - this years display was spectacular. The Champs Élysée pack with revellers. I wonder how many people there actually watched it rather than through the camera on their phones. I’ve attached it below for those wanting to have a look. It really was quite something.

Feu d’artifice Paris:
https://youtu.be/eBCjyLtDxf8?si=6Qwei8dX_ubo2PL_

We partied on until the early hours when a huge pot of onion soup was brought to the table. We explained this to our French teacher yesterday morning and she said that it really was ‘the end’ of the evening. I couldn’t have agreed more. It was agreed to continue welcoming in the new year by having the rest of the food the next day for lunch. Even though we were exhausted, the oysters were delicious. By early evening a card game of ‘Belote’ had started. I have tried to understand this game several times but it still continues to confuse me. I’m determined to understand it one day!

Wherever you are reading this Krysia and I would like to wish you all a very Happy and Healthy New Year. We look forward to seeing some of you soon!

À la vôtre! 😊😊 🇫🇷🍷🍷❤🇪🇺

Paul & Krysia x
Le Logis De Limalonges
©2024

La Grande Soirée du 31 de Paris - Mapping et feu d’artifice.Mapping & Firework

19/12/2023

Tales from Nouvelle-Aquitaine #98

“Vœux de saison !”

Limalonges like many villages across France have a local ‘comité des fêtes’ (a festival committee in English). Its purpose to help assist and organise various events throughout the social calendar for the benefit of the villagers, especially the children of the commune.

The recent Halloween walk around the village was an example and a lot of fun for the little children (and big kids alike)!

Krysia and I met up with other committee members in the recently refurbished Maison des Association adjacent to the village school. We helped set out the tables and put up decorations before the parents and children arrived, many in ghoulish costumes. It wasn’t long before the room was full of children sat at the tables making their own masks having their faces painted with fake scars and fake blood whilst eating slices of cake that had been generously donated and fizzy drinks.

Head ghoul Jean-Marc led the way dressed as death complete with scythe as we all made our way around the village. The children ran into gardens knocked on doors hoping for more sweets for their collection buckets. Most of the neighbours were already expecting the children and some didn’t answer straight away to keep up the suspense. Didier was dressed as a ghoul dressed in black with a full face mask similar to the one in the film ‘Scream’. He kept position as back stop keeping an eye out for oncoming traffic to protect the little ones.

Children and parents alike were very happy and looked forward to doing it again the following year.

“Avez-vous déjà mangé du pain du Beaujolais ?”

Krysia and I managed to reserve a couple of tickets in neighbouring Montalembert for its annual Beaujolais evening. We hadn’t been before so we were intrigued to know who would be there. We knew a lot of the locals and were delighted to join in chat with friends we hadn’t seen for a while.

For the fifty or so of us assembled in their small salle des fêtes was a table full of amuse bouches - small bite size pieces of bread topped with various local pâte which were enjoyed with a glass of Beaujolais supplied by the Commune of Montalembert. It was set to be an evening ‘très convivial’ which is the whole point of any social gathering here in France.

The now familiar well laden platters of charcuterie arrived at the table. A local delicacy ‘andouilettes’ was amongst the locally sourced meats and pates. Some of you may have seen English television chef Rick Stein wax lyrical about it in sausage form on his travels on the canal du midi, but here in the Deux Sevres and Charentes départements we have only ever seen it sliced thinly.

As an accompaniment was a new one to us ‘Pain au Beaujolais’ - bread made in the same way but with Beaujolais rather than water. It’s red appearance was very interesting but delicious. If you ever happen to be in France at the Beaujolais time of year do try it.

I know I have mentioned this before but it is traditional to serve cheese before dessert. It actually makes sense to finish on a sweet note.
The cheese was some of the best we have tried here. It is ‘bio’ cows cheese and hails from a tiny family ‘producteur’ in nearby Blanzay. We enjoyed their selection so much we bought some for our Christmas Eve ‘Reveillion’. It will be accompanied by some very good wine. We hope that our neighbours will enjoy it as much as we did.

To anyone wanting to try what M et Mme Masse have on offer:

Search ‘ fromagerie Blanzay’ in your internet browser of choice.

The desserts were made by local families and finished off a wonderful evening. This years’ Beaujolais was very nice too. 😉

With the festive season fast approaching our CdF (Comité des fêtes) had helped organise a Christmas market here in Limalonges. It was eventually decided to hold the Christmas market between the village church and Mairie. For us the whole point of having a market outside would (despite the cold) bring a spirit of togetherness amongst friends from near and far. Plus there would be ‘vin Chaud’ - similar to English mulled wine but with a certain ‘Je ne sais quoi’ or ‘Qui que ça?’ for those of a local dialect.

Krysia and I were to man a stall with a basket full of treats. The idea was to guess the weight of the bag in order to win its contents. No one (not even us) knew it’s true weight. That was part of the fun. I had threatened in jest to have a few blocks of the bar of Toblerone but I didn’t.

If I have the information correct the winning weight came in at 8.550kg and a gentleman from Sauze Vaussais won with the nearest guess. Joyeux Noel à vous Monsieur!

Even Père Noël didn’t guess correctly! He was there too you know 😉

As a footnote we also made it along to other Marche de Noel in Sauze Vaussais, Charroux and Nanteuil en vallée. Always well worth supporting!

A great time was had by all at Peter & Laura’s annual party. They really put on a good one as always. We all danced late into the night. Some great dance moves were shared and learned by all!

And here we are. The festive season is almost upon us. Krysia and I would like to thank all of our family and friends near and far for another wonderful year; and to all of our guests for making it possible to continue enjoying this wonderful adventure.

Conviviality? For that, we are eternally grateful, bah Oui!

À la vôtre! 😊😊 🇫🇷🍷🍷❤🇪🇺

Paul & Krysia x
Le Logis De Limalonges
©2023

20/11/2023

Ce dimanche 26 novembre à Limalonges, tout le monde est le bienvenu ! ❤️

18/10/2023

18/10/2023

Partage d'informations pour nos amis locaux

18/10/2023

Partage d'informations pour nos amis locaux

Ce spectacle rend hommage aux millions de morts de ce conflit et mêle projection vidéo de documents d’époque et chansons interprétées sur scène par

18/10/2023

Partage d'informations pour nos amis locaux

Activités pour les enfants ​​​​​​

06/10/2023

Tales from Nouvelle-Aquitaine #97

“ Il n’y a pas un chat”

(In English - There was no-one about)

…only the early evening church bells that rang out to accompany a golden autumnal sunset.

It had been a warm day. A welcome relief after a few days of rain. The low sun offered the last of its warmth to the gently swaying branches tall enough to receive it in the early evening breeze. I noticed the lush grass would soon be in need of a trim as I glanced out of the window from our salle à manger.

Recent days had become a little cooler. Long trousers jumpers and firmer footwear had now starting to make an appearance replacing the shorts we had been wearing throughout summer. Many including us had taken in a delivery of wood; neatly stacking it in preparation for the winter months ahead.

It wasn’t quite the time to be lighting an evening fire just yet. Tempting though it was many held off, including us. Warmer weather had been forecast for the week ahead. That said, we had decided that we wanted something warming for dinner, eschewing the salads that had been our previous seasons’ staple.

“Coq au vin.. fait maison”.

Having seared off some joints of chicken in a large pot on the stove, Krysia added garlic, onions a bouquet garni and enough red wine to cover the chicken. Button mushrooms fried in local butter would be added towards the end.

“Try this sauce” said Krysia. “I’ve added a pinch of sugar”.

If the smell from across the kitchen wasn’t heavenly enough, the teaspoonful of the reduced jus certainly was! It was one of Krysia’s favourite recipes included in an early edition of French Country Cooking by Elizabeth David.

Krysia found the page and quoted directly from the book:

“There is nothing savoury that doesn’t benefit from a pinch of sugar and nothing sweet that doesn’t benefit from a pinch of salt”. How right she is!
I don’t suppose Liz made a bad bit of dinner either!

In all seriousness it was our first Coq au Vin of autumn and it was absolutely delicious.

“Melle : Résistance, se souvenir et transmettre”

As members of the ANACR charity, Krysia and I are updated with commemorative events in our region held by the same and other resistance commemorative associations. We try to attend as many as time will allow. Aside from the historical interest it’s a moment to support our friends and pay our respects. It’s not obligatory in any way, it’s just something that we like to attend. These sombre moments of reflection are where flags are lowered and flowers placed at stèles (memorial stones) often by local school children. Then as is customary a ‘Verre de l'amitié’ is offered in a more relaxed setting often at a local salle des fêtes.

Friday morning was no exception in the town of Melle about a twenty minute drive from Le Logis to commemorate the Resistance battle of Melle.

Market day meant most of the parking spaces around the bandstand were occupied by market stall holders. It’s a good market too. A quick u-turn and we found a parking spot quite easily. We made our way to the memorial where the inauguration of the new stèle would take place.

Sun shone as people gathered in the shade of the lime trees adjacent to the memorial. It was good to say hello to a few friends we knew too. There was an impressive amount of people in attendance. The local primary and junior schools had brought their students along to watch the ceremony. Some were chosen to participate. A few of the Flag bearers offered their flags to a few of the older students. You could see the pride on their faces as they held their drapeau high. It was a very touching moment. Literally “Transmettre la flamme” from one generation to the next.

The brass band played La Marseillaise. Speeches of remembrance were given recounting events all those years ago and the new memorial stone was unveiled by relatives of those who had fallen.

Students formed a choir. Youngest ones at the front and older ones at the back. They sang a very moving version of the ‘Chant Des Partisans’. That was a highlight of the morning for us. As the remaining speeches concluded everyone was given a small piece of paper containing the words of the ‘Chant Des Partisans’ to be sung as we all made our way a nearby park where snacks and a glass of something would be on offer.

The flag bearers led the way forming an arch of flags of which everyone was invited to walk through. It was a very poignant moment for us. We felt very welcome in this combined spirit of togetherness, saying hello to those we knew along the way.

As with all of these occasions it’s all a question of timing. It was a pity our friends Adrian Cathie and their ‘soul crew’ had left us a week previously. I’m sure they would have found it as moving as we did.

Incidentally, the words to the Chant Des Partisans were written by Joseph Kessel and Maurice Druon to accompany a melody suggested by Russian singer Anna Marly. The lyrics were written in the gardens at the Ashdown Park Hotel in Forest Row, Sussex in 1942 where some of the Free French were at that time.

We had passed that hotel many times in the past when driving to Uckfield to see Adrian and Cathie and never knew!

For those who may not have heard it before I’ll share it with you now.

There have been many versions of the ‘Chant’ across the years. I was sent this particular version by our friends Philippe and Zabette. It’s by tenor singers The Stentors. It’s a good piece of film too.

https://youtu.be/g3D9M5-4tWg?si=PeaGYyAS7cm7tJV5

“On se voit c’tantôt”

Philippe’s annual grape harvest known locally as “le vendage”. A good chance for me to continue learning Poitevin phrases spoken by those around me as we carefully cut back dark bunches of grapes that would be used to make Pineau des Charentes. Once buckets were filled they were passed across neighbouring vines and emptied into a large trailer.

Maybe it was the hot sunshine but before long the conversations were getting all too confusing for my English head. I was trying to translate Poitevin in to French which can be very tricky, especially our friends debated at length whether each phrase was a correct pronunciation or not. But it was all good fun and high spirited.

One of Krysia’s dearest childhood friends Carolyn had arrived from England with her husband Carl and sister Suzie. It was lovely to see them again. They had picked a good week to stay with us. The weather had stayed warm for October. We had reserved places for them at the end of season lunch at the Pétanque club. They had not played boules before so an ideal opportunity for them to meet some of our friends play a few games and enjoy the day. Lunch was courtesy of Philippe who had been brought in to cook joints of pork on his rotisserie which was delicious.

After lunch the teams were drawn to continue to play their final games. Three matches were played by each pair in total. At the end of the day the winning places were announced and prizes handed out. Even though we didn’t win our third game (Carolyn & Suzanne beat us 13-8) everyone got a prize. The bottle of rose would be most welcome! The Pétanque bureau had worked incredibly hard organising what was to be a hugely successful day making everyone welcome. Just to be part of the day was the real ‘win’ for us.

Antoine had begun serving croissants and pain au chocolat at the local village bar. We decided to reserve a place for us all. A good way to continue our morning. It had been an enjoyable week that had passed by way too quickly. Especially as we knew that Carolyn Carl and Suzanne were our last guests of Autumn. Although they had already reserved dates for next year it didn’t make saying goodbye any easier.

Carolyn sent us a message later that day to say how much they felt reset again after their stay with us. “We will be back to my happy place very soon” she said.

I couldn’t have put it better myself.

À la vôtre! 😊😊 🇫🇷🍷🍷❤🇪🇺

Paul & Krysia x
Le Logis De Limalonges
©2023

02/09/2023

Tales from Nouvelle-Aquitaine #96

“The long and winding road….”

First dawn of Autumn.

I was driving through the country lanes after having run an early morning errand in nearby Ruffec. Passing through the collection of small hamlets lit only by the headlights of the car felt like I was in my very own private film noir set in decades before. At the last junction I turned right towards home. The headlights glimpsed a barn owl resting on a signpost that had been hastily repositioned in the ground at a jaunty angle.

To my right a lone field of sunflowers bowed in deference to an orchestra of Hirondelles massed on the electricity cables high above. To my mind they created random notes on an imaginary stave of free form jazz.

A flurry of leaves fell from the lime trees as I walked along our alleyway. Autumn seemed to have arrived all too soon heralding what had been quite a season for Krysia and I at Le Logis.

We had welcomed guests from all over Europe this Summer.

It was especially appreciated to see some families return for a second and third time, a real privilege for us. Guests from Denmark came for the first time who wanted to discover the peace and tranquility of our countryside. Our Parisian friends revisited our region where their ancestors had once lived. English and Belgian friends had been canoeing in the Charente River. Families enjoyed our swimming pool. Others sat reading in the dappled shade of our orchard. Some played pétanque long into the evening on our mini boulodrome. Most of all they told us they had relaxed.

Something we also never take for granted is to be invited out somewhere socially. Naturally, it’s impossible to accept every invitation but we have enjoyed every apéro, garden party and Chasse lunch that we found we had time to get along to and catch up with friends. I even managed to make my French debut as a DJ, playing a few of my favourite vinyl records at a local soul music event.

One of the nicest things Krysia and I enjoy most of all is reading the comments our guests leave in our livre d’or (‘guest book’ in English).
Some of the children draw pictures, others a few kind words.

Two in particular really stood out and touched us this Summer which I will share with you. The second I shall describe later.

(Translated from French)

“When an Englishman and Englishwoman discovers and settles in Poitou, what kind of marriage can it be? We'll whisper you the answer…
A lot of kindness, thoughtfulness, humour and attention, and the old Poitou stones do the rest!
Don't change a thing and keep on being hosts who make us happy.”

The last of our Summer guests were due to leave. At the last minute they discovered their flight (along with many due to return to the UK) had been cancelled.

Fortunately we were in the position of being able to offer a solution. Our first Autumnal guests would not be due to arrive for a few days. Our existing friends could continue to stay in their gite until it was time to take them to nearby Poitiers airport. We had also offered to help them return their hire car to Limoges airport before incurring further hire charges from their chosen hire car company!

It wasn’t until we got back from Poitiers airport that we read their comment in our livre d’or. At the beginning of the week they had added a lovely note next to comments written by their friends who had already departed. It read:

“The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to you door”

It’s the first time someone has quoted lyrics by The Beatles in our livre d’or. It couldn’t have been more prophetic. We just hope that they had a safe and peaceful onward journey.

As I type the sun has once made an appearance and is looking to be another warm afternoon. As we look forward to Autumn and all that it offers, Krysia and I would like to thank all of our Summer guests. It really is very much appreciated.

We hope you enjoy the video that accompanies this latest blog. It was a pleasure to compile some of our favourite Summer moments this year.

“Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower." - Albert Camus.

À la vôtre! 😊😊 🇫🇷🍷🍷❤🇪🇺

Paul & Krysia x
Le Logis De Limalonges

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