Bisou de Mme Pitou

““En route...” The smell of hay, a misty sun warms the rolling hills. The leaves on the trees sway gently in the breeze. A winding country road, surrounded by roadsides in bloom and ripe blackberries, leads you to a village sunken deeply in time. Weathered walls and rusty doors. Here begins something new, perhaps a chambre d’hote? Go to the boulangerie for fragrant fresh bread in the morning? Every place is a promise. Each weathered step is a step closer to a new discovery. Busy streets full of bustle, the stillness of a stately square. Strolling along the Seine all day long, watching lif...”