That last week home held many fairy tale moments: the sun setting on Montbrun from the Larribe terrace turning everything to gold...reaching the bend in the road where the Chatette disappears like Brigadoon...the outline of Calvignac and Cenevieres in the early morning mist on our bus ride into Cahors to catch the train to Paris...and of course, saying our a bientots to St. Cirq Lapopie. Looking at Chateau Cenevieres from the bus, nestled in the cliffs, surrounded by morning mist; all I could think was that I live in a fairy tale place. Or, maybe life in a travel coffee table book!
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