Mairie

I stayed at Champforgeuil for a fortnight, I hope to never have to come back. Impossible to sleep at night. Indeed, it is not the bugle of the sketch of Pierre Palmade, nor even the rooster, which has the intelligence to wait for the sunrise to sing, no, it is the bell of the church which rings every hour and even twice an hour, not counting the half hour. Impossible to open a window in August, especially when you know that micro alarm clocks are dangerous for your health and that you wake up in the morning tired ... Surely a handful of die-hards who impose their rules on the whole village ...