throwing my comfortable London life up in the air and starting again, 740 miles south in the Languedoc. I am very easily led, and “authentic architectural detail” is my love language.I would like to say I rose from my bed and gazed out on the sun coming up over the water, my face smoothed by the gentle pink light of dawn.
I would like to say that. What really happened was that after a couple of tries, I managed to roll over on the air bed and stand up in the manner of a particularly clumsy toddler on a bouncy castle.
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