In French, a coupe de foudre is a strike of lightning. It is also used to express getting knocked over by something wonderful-- like love at first sight. That was the immediate reaction to stepping into our little house in Bourdeilles. No need to go anywhere past that front stoop. We had to have it.
Prior to checking out this in-the-village listing, we had been looking exclusively at homes in the country. The realtor had patiently been driving us from one shabby, falling down property to another. While she tended to another client in her office Tom and I sat discussing what our options were now that it seemed our dream home was going to involve a lot more money and buckets more sweat then we had thought. Suddenly one of us (we both take credit for this serendipitous, life changing moment) noticed a flier for a home that was so sweet, so perfect and right there in the village that we were becoming aware that we had to be in. Of course it wasn’t in the country and it was a bit more than we had said we wanted to pay but we had to see that house.
To add to the whole Good Karma Thing, it was a house that was always one of Tom’s favorite in the village. This house had already appeared in a number of watercolors.
Chalking it up to the impetuous nature of Americans, the realtor sighed, smiled and said she would get the keys and meet us in the morning. What would become our wonderful morning of coupe de foudre.