It was during the pandemic confinement that Isabelle discovered the joys of the Perche. She rented a gîte in the countryside just two hours from Paris, reconnecting with all the things she had loved in her childhood: winding roads, rolling hills, old farmhouses, cows, cart horses and incredible, unobstructed light.
By the time the isolation ended, she was sold on making a more permanent move to the area, but first, she would have to convince her city-loving husband, Reza.
His long list of conditions — no neighbors, a place he could really disconnect, near a golf course and with easy access to the highway — were met, and the house itself sealed the deal. They both fell for the property (a pair of houses, in fact) and its spectacular location,…
