There’s one thing I won’t miss about Lille when we head to Belvès next year. It’s the city’s, erm, eau de toilette. Or more accurately, its odeur de toilette.
There are parts of the city where the drains must be quite close to the surface. The hot weather we’ve been having has made that all too clear.
There’s one particular spot we pass every time we go into town. It’s on the corner of our street and Place de la République.
Pooh Corner we call it.
To our amazement, a bar on the corner proved very popular, with people sat out enjoying their drinks and food. It wouldn’t have been a place I would ever have chosen to linger.
Then one day, all of a sudden, it closed. I wondered if the drains outside had played a part in its demise.
It made me think about our future cheese-and-wine bar in Belvès.
We thought we were being terribly clever doing our property viewings out of season, in January and February. We figured we’d be seeing potential business premises at their worst.
We didn’t think about the possible negatives of the summer. What if the heat had revealed a similar problem outside our place?
Fortunately, it hasn’t.
I know the drains have been upgraded in the village. One of the first jobs needed as part of the refurbishment will be to disconnect the pipes from the septic tank and connect them to the mains drainage instead.
I’ll spare you the detail of how that goes.
In fact, I hope this will be my first and last post ever about toilets and drains. I’m sure you do too.