This is the Mairie, or Town Hall, for the local district where my parents live.
It is a very old, and beautiful, castle with tall windows, a jumble of old roof lines and a smart french tricolore hanging outside.
This morning Graham and I walked up the narrow, spiral stone staircase - rather nervously - and asked the mayor if we could get married here this summer. He sucked in his cheeks, gave a very gallic shrug, and then said yes, we could.
We are very, very happy.