Consider This A Postcard.
I'm in Saint-Remy de Provence, on dial-up, with a French keyboqrd. It's
amazing: a beautiful hotel, with a pool and fig trees, and small (ten rooms), and nice owners who showed us around and teach art classes; OK, I had to get up at 4am, but it was worth it.
I am mellow. I am relaxed. I have 6 or 7 books to read, a shady tree to sit under, great company, and it turns out that Saint-Remy is like the Hampstead of Provence; more chichi shops and restaurants than we'll get through in a week.
Have fun. I will.
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