Located far away, somewhere on a country road, time seems to stand still for this small house. The place is untouched by vandalism, except drawers emptied and some holes in the walls. For the rest, it's a real pleasure to find an abandoned place without any graffiti or romping excess on the furniture.

It's by a room where the wood was stored that we enter the house. By moving forward, we discover to our right an old bathroom where the walls were removed. Sorry for that, but if you go to the bathroom, your work  will therefore made at the sight and smell of all. Privacy? Forget it.

Thereafter, we arrive in the main room with the stairs to rooms upstairs to your left. Although linoleum is in a pitiful state, the rest of the room is relatively well preserved. At least for the circumstances. Because we must recognize that the walls were removed (due to fire) and the place seemed to have been used despite the damage caused by fire. The dishes drags here and there.

Next is a visit to the small room where the majority of the furniture is still in place, bedding included. Water has infiltrated the walls, pillow is moldy, but the decoration is still in place. The drawers were full. By respect, nothing has been stolen or even moved. After all, we were there for a photo shoot, not for bringing a souvenir.

Upstairs, we discovered some furniture and a wardrobe full of 1950s dresses. And in the right room, the obvious signs of a violent fire. Probably young thugs. The owner cleaned the biggest damage, but that's it.

To me, there probably lived a senior who, after the fire, had  to live on the main floor. His family, following his death or the finding of the poor condition of the house, had left the house, if it is only for use as a summer house. Today, the house is not in a good shape. I'm afraid it ends in a pile of wood and dust the day the city will force the new owners to demolish the house.