Custom food tours of the south of France. Plump and paunchy, it waddled by; abounding curiosity, impeccable appetite. A visit in a region unexplored; a tummy delighted, the unexpected sighted.
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Monday, June 25, 2012
Collected surfaces
In the little towns and hills, there is something extraordinary about the moment in the afternoon when golden light illuminates that which is fading: objects of neglect, solitude, of a quality now anachronistic.
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