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August 2013
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We are in a very clean, streamlined apartment in Copenhagen. A zillion steps away from the house in France, which was full of character, dirt and an eclectic mix of horror. Again, our lives in the vineyards are unbelievably rich and spoilt. To be savoured and appreciated. An interesting aspect is that our luggage is somewhere in Charles de Gaul. The freedom of traveling

The cycle in the Village has turned, and we have fresh table cloths - red - at the Patisserie where we have our morning coffee and more-ish croissants. The baker greets us as he leaves with his baskets of baguettes and we (Hesta, Terry and Kirsten, that is) are invited for cafe at the Chateau Bar. The team that vacuums the piles of

Marsanne L'Hôtel*** du Domaine de la Vivande Yellow sunflower fields, and blue skies. Pale stone houses, terra-cotta roof tiles and shutters of lavender. Picture perfect. For now, the wind is no more than a murmour in the absolute quiet of the country side. A long table in the shade of the oak trees, our lunch table that consumed vast amounts of wine to accompany the

Viviers - Rhône-Alpes Belle maison avec jardin The green gate is sandwiched between the theater and a nondescript corner that leads up the hill through the old town. Butterflies flit through the garden of shadows, the house being swallowed in wisteria. Hammocks, the indicator of afternoons with bubbles and wine. Barking dogs, music, and stories. Silver bangles 'well behaved women, seldom make history', percussion to

Rhône-Alpes Region, France Alyson and Eugene stay in the small village of Saint-Égrève, on the edge of Grenoble, the apartment block part of the park grounds. Overshadowed by the white chalk mountains, its a world of green. Tree leaves - ever restless - rustling in the wind. The gardens, riots of colour, with beds of white, blue and purple planting, giving way to