After a longer than expected experience at St Exupery Airport, and then getting lost and frustrated trying to find the Loft, (it was dark and rainy, and we were unfamiliar with small French streets) we eventually found Alexandre's father waiting patiently for us. He had also reserved us a close by parking spot. Anyway he took us in and showed us around, and suddenly our bad mood evaporated. He spoke as much English as we did French, but we somehow made each other understood, and all was good. The Loft (ground floor apartment) was beautiful, large open room with table and chairs, a grand father clock, couch, etc. The bedroom was curtained off from here and there was a lovely large kitchen with huge old sink and bench. There was a small shop next door where we could buy the French essentials of cheese, bread, wine, terrine etc. It was perfect, and we're only sorry that we stayed one night.