Certainly in our area the apocryphal "English" buyer was much sought-after to buy up property that any self-respecting Frenchman would think was rubbish!
The quarrelling siblings who owned a tiny delapidated house near ours that was one-up, one-down with a sous-sol, no plumbing and no land, and full of old swallows' nests and excrement, held out for years against the French next-door neighbours who wanted to pay a realistic price and then knock through from their attached house. The owners were sure that "les Anglais" would find the wreck irresistible. (They didn't!!!) Eventually it went to the neighbours after at least ten years of mucking about.
A bit further down the road is a handsome barn, in a row of barns, with a nasty crack in one wall which makes it an unsound proposition for converting into a house without spending a lot of money. It has a tiny amount of land out the back, but no services. It was up for sale for 45,000 euros [hopefully to les Anglais] for years, while the French had a good laugh about its unsuitability. To everyone's amazement it was sold to a young Frenchman last year, who went with his knapsack from the contract-signing at the notaire's straight to the barn and proceeded to try to live in it as it stood. He made such a nuisance of himself, taking drugs and getting drunk, pinching and borrowing things from the neighbours, that the mayor paid his train fare home to Paris and he has never been seen since!
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