The second house that Susan Hermann Loomis looked at in the small town of Louviers was perfect. Dilapidated, rambling, crumbling walls which were covered with faded paper, it had been a convent. So Susan, her husband, who was luckily a sculptor and builder, and small son, moved in - to spend a year and more, rebuilding, finding new hidden treasures of their house, and discovering their neighbours, and the life of a small French town. Share in Susan Loomis' daily journeys: to the market, to the butcher and the baker, talking to the shop keepers and the teachers at the school, and meeting the...