Thursday, 17 November 2016

The Village Disco

Emergency exit above the door. 
The wall between the rustic carpentry lintel and ceiling beams is covered with brown carpet.

Friends of ours, Simon D and Lisa, have just bought a lovely house in a nearby small village. As a result they have also acquired the village disco -- or at least, the building that served as the village disco until sometime in the 1980s. It is a separate building, on the other side of the street to their house, and these days has reverted to its original purpose, as a barn.

 The bar (and some gardening tools). Note light brown carpet decor and enigmatic blowup globe.

On the outside it looks like a perfectly normal, charmingly rustic, Touraine barn built out of limestone and terracotta. But the traces of its life as a nightclub are still clearly visible. On the inside everything is covered in brown carpet! And there are mustard carpet covered booths on a raised platform around a dance floor!!

 Booths covered in mustard coloured carpet. I must say that the seats look jolly uncomfortable.

The story they were originally told is that the disco closed literally overnight when the body of a murdered man was discovered on the doorstep. Supposedly the investigating detective arrived, drew a chalk outline around the body, departed and nothing was ever heard about the incident again.

On the outside, a perfectly ordinary Touraine barn.

I'll let Simon D continue the story:

A visit from a neighbour on Thursday shed some more light on the murder mystery of the 'night club.'  Apparently it was quite the scene for disco and also French punk in the late 70s and early 80s, managed by artists from Poitiers. On the last fateful night it was in operation a former army guy showed up and got into a row with one of the regulars -- a fight spilled out into the area in front of the night club and the army guy stabbed his adversary to death. The club never reopened. No idea what kind of investigation or punishment followed. Bizarre all the same! More research needed.

He is hoping "maybe others who know more will come forward, or correct the version I heard!"


Jean said...

Sounds like regular disco nights around Matlock in the 70's, there was usually some kind of punch up, although never a fatality to my knowledge.
I'm not sure how I'd feel about owning a barn with that kind of history. But then with these old buildings chances are that something nasty occurred at some time.
I think I'd prefer not to know.
I as slightly put out when Mme André told us that the owner three times removed died when he fell down the stairs in our house. I'm hoping she had us confused with somewhere else.

MargaretP said...

What a lovely old building, if it isn't needed for a barn or guest quarters it would make a charming B&B or art co-op and outlet, people will often buy from an artist working on jewelry, textiles, painting, pottery etc.

Linda said...

In Andover Mass, a local (quite successful!) restaurant/bar was once a funeral home...aside from a "oh is that right?" it doesn't seem to bother anyone, and the food is quite good!

Will be fun to find out more about the "mystery"... I think the barn is charming

local alien said...

Charming building indeed! They can make their own more peaceful history

Susan said...

Do you mean your current house or the old one next to Mme André? If your current house, not to worry -- you have a beautiful new staircase!

Susan said...

Lisa is a potter, so maybe she has that in mind.

Susan said...

Most people here must live in houses where people have been born or died. I don't think it bothers them overly.

Susan said...

I'm sure that is their intention.

Jean said...

Unfortunately the new house!
When we told her that's where we were moving to that was the first thing she told us!
I think the new staircase is probably a lot safer than any that were there before.

Susan said...

And you've replaced all the bloodstained floor tiles!

the fly in the web said...

I knew a chap who'd bought an old stone house in the Maine et Loire and renovated it to a high standard, with much help from his new neighbours.
When it was habitable he invited everyone round for a drink and there was much mutual congratulation.
The old boy over the road kept looking at the ceiling...the chap thought he was admiring the beams, newly stripped and waxed and he a way.
'That one there - that one - is where Jean-Marie hanged himself...'

Rural despair is nothing new.

Susan said...

I'm amazed it took the neighbours that long to pass on the information.

the fly in the web said...

It might have been tactless to do so while the works were proceeding...

Susan said...

Riiiight...and it wasn't even more so afterwards?!...:-)

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