Urban exploration - Jean's derelict house

We received a traveler's photos and his narrative within the forsaken walls, and we have compiled a historical summary from them.

This dwelling highlights the profound hesitation one can feel when visiting a place with empathy. Many people wouldn't care at all, entering without shame. But while visiting this site, I asked myself: is it truly abandoned?

All the signs suggest so. I found the house by chance; I was driving through this remote rural area when my eye was caught by the dilapidated building. What did I find on-site? It is wide open everywhere, the courtyard is a jungle, the building is a ruin, and there is no power or sign of life. There is a "Linky" meter - yet more proof that they've installed them in ruins, barns, and abandoned factories; I've seen it all.

And yet, in this small hamlet where life seems built on the solidarity of a few families, could it be an old family home, an ancestor's house kept because no one knows what to do with it - some fabulous joint ownership or who knows what? In short, a place not as abandoned as it seems? Doubt will exist in almost every location, anyway; what drives me to speak of it is the absence of family records (photos, letters) and the fact that it is ruined and wide open.

It was once a family home, clearly belonging to farmers. A few fragments of paper were found in the name of Auguste, an ancestor of the house. Closer to our time, there were Jean's school notebooks. It is a building that was once beautiful, large, and bold. Today, it wavers, with some areas ready to collapse. The ravages of time - it is suffering deeply.

The family is buried in a beautiful family vault in the town cemetery, far from the hamlet.