I drive down a twisty single track lane hoping no one is coming the other way. It seems to get narrower all the time. I'm beginning to wonder if my directions are right by the time the lane finally twists and opens up into a farm courtyard. I'm here.
Here is the middle of nowhere. It's also the home of chabrette player and maker Gaëtan Polteau.
It's just before la rentrée and Gaëtan is busy - as chabrette teacher at Limoges conservatoire he has 20 or so students to get ready for. But he's fitted in a little time for me and off we go to the workshop - a neat fifteen second commute from the front door.
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