21 March 2011
Tightly closed shutters around the village are quickly being replaced with freshly potted flowers. When I first arrived, it didn’t take long for me to note that there was a bitter chill in the air, particularly at night. This was a surprise. Provence is supposed to be filled with nothing but the yellowest sun and [...]
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4 February 2011
There is no doubt about it: I’m a wuss when it comes to the cold, but in my defense I wasn’t always this way. None the less, I’m still finding it nearly impossible to crawl out of my warm, toasty bed each morning. The unmistakeable, bitter cold (about 45˚F inside) still hangs heavy in my [...]
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