Step outside on a July morning, coffee in hand, and the Périgord countryside rolls away from your terrace in every direction — golden fields, oak woodland, not another rooftop in sight. The heated saltwater pool catches the early light. Somewhere in the studio behind you, the kids are still sleeping. This is what a summer in Brouchaud actually feels like.
Brouchaud sits quietly in the northern Dordogne, the kind of village that doesn't show up on tourist maps but sits within easy reach of everything that makes this corner of France worth coming back to year after year. Périgueux, the ancient capital of the Périgord with its Roman amphitheatre ruins and the extraordinary Byzantine domes of the Cathédrale Saint-Front, is about twenty-five minutes by car. Brantôme — nicknamed the Venice of the Périgord for its abbey and riverside setting along the Dronne — is even closer. Markets happen several times a week in towns like Thiviers and Excideuil, and if you arrive early enough on a Saturday morning in Périgueux, you'll find the covered Clautre market overflowing with black truffles in winter, fat strawberries in spring, and Périgord walnuts come October. The rhythm here is slow and deliberate, which is exactly the point.
The Dordogne has long attracted buyers from across northern Europe — British, Dutch, Belgian, Scandinavian — drawn by the food, the pace, and frankly the value compared to Provence or the Côte d'Azur. This part of Aquitaine gives you all the pastoral beauty without the summer gridlock. Bergerac Airport, which handles direct flights from London, Birmingham, Bristol, Edinburgh, and several other UK and European cities, is roughly forty minutes south. Bordeaux-Mérignac, with its much wider international connec ... click here to read more
