Escape from Paris? Yes, sometimes even the truest Parisphile needs a little break from the romance of this concrete jungle in exchange for some country air. We arose early to the sun gently warming our toes peeking out from under the duvet and knew, this was our day to escape. But where to…?
“Somewhere less an hour away”, I say hopping around the bedroom with one shoe. I’m picturing a charming village straight off a Provençale post card, one we can reach in time for lunch and have a table for two in a sun-drenched garden with hens crowing next-door.
