Mule House Dream . . .

When I happened upon this idyllic setting in eastern France in 1991, I thought I might have at long last found the dream house I've been looking for all my life, and am still seeking. . . but oh drat !, this one was already inhabited by a pair of very ornery mules who weren't about to share it with any interlopers like me. I really liked the looks of this place ; one airy room for all purposes, the bathing trough outside, big windows, shade trees . . . what more could one want in a dream house ? ? ?
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Just an aside on this, when we were little (which dates me somewhat) Richard Nixon was in the process of bringing eternal ridicule upon himself and the office of president of the United States. Somehow we figured out that his middle name (which should have been "Mud" by then) was in fact Milhous. Through some joyous twist of teenage depravity, we transformed that to "Mulehouse", and for weeks on end regaled each other by calling him Richard "Mulehouse" Nixon. So when I saw this place I couldn't help but think. . . "Ahhh, at long last, the true Mulehouse of our youth !"
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