Dreaming is free, right?

A house of dreams, of fairytales, of legends in the French countryside. If it was next to Johnny Depp's house, I might sell my soul to buy it, even though he is quite happily married with a lovely family (not to mention so am I, sans the family part). The photos are quite charming. I'll be quite happy to pretend, for a moment, that it was possible to make such a purchase, and then I'll come back to my harsh reality of life in Greece.

Wait a minute, that isn't so bad, either.