The house sits slightly off the usual tourist rhythm in a corner of Aveyron where stone villages tend to blur into one another after a while. At first glance, it does not try to announce itself, though the upper storeys seem to lean out with a kind of quiet confidence that interrupts the street below. Locals call it Maison de Jeanne, a name that has stuck despite centuries of changing ownership and use. It is often described as one of the oldest surviving timber-framed houses in the area, though that label barely captures how uneven and slightly improbable it feels when seen in person. The ground level sits narrow and restrained, almost as if it were built for a different idea of space, while everything above appears to push against those limits. Nothing about it feels decorative for the s