Walking back from the farmer’s market, breeze swaying through the trees and cooling down the sun’s rays, your muscles flex with the shopping bags full of artisanal tapenade and saucisson, a juicy melon, and chèvre cheese made just up the mountain....
Back when I was thinking of moving to the Languedoc, I remember catching up with a colleague at a Seattle cafe. When I told her our plans she said, “The Languedoc…wait, I think I just caught a HouseHunter’s International episode about that part of...
