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Apremont-sur-Allier

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So after yesterday's late night, we came down for breakfast on the third day in Paris.
I was cured of my nutella cravings after this breakfast... I always wondered how it would be to have more nutella than necessary and I scooped in a few spoonfuls to eat with that walnuts.raisins.cranberries mixture, the first few spoons were heavenly... after that I was ready to swear off nutella for life. Anyway, this was breakfast on the last day at the hotel, we had to vacate by 11am and we had a couple of hours to spare. 
We walked to a supermarket nearby to pick up a few things... a reflective car showroom window  on the way called for a selfie.
So we go back to the hotel, vacate, and we're back on the road for a three hour drive to Apremont-sur-Allier, one of the most beautiful villages in France. France has a list of beautiful villages and this village lies on the drive back to Geneva, so we decide to spend a night here just relaxing.
We reach Apremont-sur-Allier and the village is tiny, but quite pretty... that goes without saying.
Almost every house looks like this
We walk around searching for a place to stay, asked some people and they said, there are no places to stay here. So we're wondering what to do, my sister checks Airbnb and we find a place about 15 minutes away in the countryside. Nam immediately messages them, they reply back and we make our way to Chambres d'Hotes Du Jay
A quaint farmhouse surrounded with fields and a dog named Ginny to greet us. This was to be our home for the night... those two windows opening outwards on the roof were our rooms.
 We fell in love with this farmhouse, this is one of our rooms in the attic.
This is the other room....
The view from the attic window...
Books stacked in the room along the sloping beam...
View from the other room window...
The cute little bathroom...
The tiny library in the bathroom...
Another attic room with a mini fridge...
Books everywhere... touching the ceiling.
This book had the history of the house we were staying in... the house was built towards the end of the 19th century.
Towels and soap neatly laid out...
Took a shower, got ready and went in search of something to eat for lunch...
The dining room at the farmhouse...
The entrance...
The driveway...
Garden...
That's Ginny, who is extremely friendly... you can see her standing on the steps here.
The path that leads to the farmhouse...
Just winding roads in this place...
Reached Apremont-sur-Allier after a short drive
And went walking along this river, searching for a place to eat...
Sun flares...
Had some wine, lemonade, soup and crepes... the buckwheat crepes at this place, La Carpe Frite,  were really amazing. I don't have a picture of it
Cause we were distracted by Youma
an aging deaf irresistibly cute dog at the restaurant...
 we were engaged in feeding this beautiful soft creature, the egg from our crepes with bread. 
This is the restaurant where we had great crepes.
Just strolling around lazily...
Taken in by the sights...
A reminder of how life can surprise you when you least expect it...
A vine covered lamp post
The church 
A swell well...
Pretty
Just rambled along...
 Trying to take mid air pictures...
We should have done this in daylight...
One last look at this pretty place before we drove back to the farmhouse... and settled in for the night with books from the library in the attic.
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Location: 18150 Apremont-sur-Allier, France

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