What a waste: one of many ex S.N.C.F (French national rail (and long may it stay in one piece) signal boxes - this one situated in a small French town where trains no longer stop but hurtle through on their way from Narbonne to Carcassonne.
I think it could make an excellent, if rather intimate, tea shop. Imagine sitting on a chilly day sipping Earl Grey with the exciting rumble of the next TJV rattling the cups and saucers - small wood burner in the corner, sepia photos of steam trains . . .
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