A post-Spectacular hush enveloped Leran on Monday. The village was exhausted. By a stroke of pure dumb luck, it turned out to be one of our best moves yet. We had scheduled a delivery of 18 sheets plaque de platre.
This was not your ordinary 'curbside delivery'.
We had to shop
around all the bricolage magasins to finally source out who could accomplish our objective: raise them up to the level the deuxieme etage (our American 3rd floor) so that we could just pull them through the window. Voila! No hoisting them up several flights of stairs, bashing them into walls, railings and other obstructions along the way.
The search to find our miracle worker took some doing. This being mid-August, it was only natural that Mico would be closed for an entire week and couldn't deliver until later in the month. After a few other strike-outs, we finally approached one of our other favorite places to spend money, Chausson, in Mirepoix. No one there speaks any English, but they have always been helpful beyond belief. After a lengthy dialogue and photos of the front of our maison, we came to an agreement. They had a piece of machinery at their store in Pamiers that could lift, rotate and swing the plaque de platre into position so that Doug and I could pull it through the window. Now we're talking......all for a very lovely price, one that nearly shut down the entire operation. Then we thought about times we have carried drywall up single flights of stairs, when we were 10 years younger, and whipped out the Carte Bancaire. Brains won out over brawn.
Tomorrow is Assumption Day, August 15th, yet another one of the major saint's feast days celebrated with great relish in France by closing all stores and government offices. It's just too bad that it occurs during August, when most everything is already closed. In our own sacrilegious way, we participated in an "assumption ritual" on Rue du Four a little early.