Poissonchat goes Vacances!

Oh have we not longed for the stillness of these cold and bleak afternoons, when the harsh sunlight is smashed into a thousand sparkling rays by the icicles hanging low on the eaves. Shiny white flatlands in the valley, black frozen mirrors of little mountain pools and lazy cows glancing out of a barn door with their steaming noses. This is in fact  what les Poissonchats go for to spend their Christmas Holiday. Read More »

Behind the Veil

Once upon a time, in a forgotten corner of eastern France, surrounded by deep forests, peaceful waters and tiny little old fashioned villages, les Poissonchats took up their lodging in a sleepy old cottage that eyes a river to the south and a narrow village street to the north. They have been busily breathing back the life into the veins of the old building ever since, scrubbing wormeaten floorboards, whitewashing crumbling walls and freeing ancient chimney stones from soot, dirt and paint.Read More »