A lovely little French chateau, left to crumble a bit in the right places, my idea of pure bliss. I dream of someday seeing it in person, all of those beautiful old buildings. I never tire of them, with all of those luscious details and gently faded elegance, traditional architecture fills me with wonder and captures my imagination.
Each summer I read "A Year in Provence", by Peter Mayle. As I read the familiar pages, I begin to feel the hot sun on my face, taste the sharp flavour of the cheese, smell the fresh crusty bread. If you are looking for a lovely read full of sun, humor and food, this is the one! Happy Sunday.
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