Roofs are descending into the ground, endlessly,

Stones are playing hide and seek behind their plaster of earth,

Barns are stretching slowly, sometimes showing their doors and windows,

Wet wells are competing  with hot bread ovens,

Tiles are red, Travassac slates are black,

Walls are brown and fields are green : full of colors, full of contrast, you step in Corrèze.

Next to Pompadour, Cité du Cheval, a small village is resting, after having its hours of glory: Beyssac.
Native city of Pope Innocent VI, it shelters in a valley a monastery eight hundred years old.

It is in this quiet little village that we settled... we are looking forward to see you soon !