This is a drawing of a happy memory. My sister and I were in Provence and we went to the village near the farmhouse where Peter Mayle lived and wrote his book, A Year in Provence. We went up the mountain on a one-way road and had no idea how we would get out, so we parked and walked to the top to find the lovely little square, and of course, the way back down.
Carmen
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