Situated about three miles east from Azay-le-Rideau along the Indre valley in the Touraine, Becheron was a relay on the road from Tours to Chinon in the fifteenth century. My grandfather Jo Davidson purchased Becheron in 1926 and set up a studio in was what had been in the distant past the horse barn.
My mother and father who were living in New York at the time of my grandfather's death in 1952 decided to move to Becheron and run it as guest house, entertaining folks from all over the US who came to visit the Chateaux country.
When we moved there in 1953, eight years after the Second World War ended, France was still very much an agrarian culture. The local farmers still tilled their fields with horses, life went on at a slow pace. There were very few (two) tractors around. You had to wait months to get a car, years to get a telephone line and only if you had some "piston", influential friends. This scarcity of phone lines created one of my first "jobs". When calls came for my uncle Jean or for Calder I would get on my bicycle and ride the 3/4 mile to their place to let them know...
We had a beautiful garden across the road. The sandy alluvial soil had great drainage and produced the most delicious vegetables.