ah, the joys and strangenesses of living in a cab anon (small stone field house) in Provence are many..
the light, the lavender, the plane trees, the cafes,
AND in my cab anon: the rats (you can call them mice, but they are actually RATS, they scurry heavily into holes behind the kitchen furniture (old provencal stuff) and eat everything, even the caps off the wine bottles I store in the wooden frames, and of course all the window screens, and tablecloths
and we have scorpions often, especially after the rains, and that is when the snails sqush under foot
takes getting used to... and i have had YEARS here, decades in fact