#2 Mid-Month Monday: Camembert and Cordes-sur-Ciel

I write this from a blustery Somerset where that old Ford cars expression is a permanent pathetic fallacy - “you can have any weather you desire, as long as it’s rain.” Somerset truly fits the cliche of pastoral England; the rambling green hills, the drizzle, and the water droplets clinging to the window, all to the soundtrack of loud caws as crows flap overhead. There are no street lights so…

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