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I dream. All winter long, I dream. I dream of springtime again in south west France. For it once more reawakens the pleasures of outdoor living in a region robust with picturesque places to stay. I recollect an idyllic country retreat lovingly restored. A sun-dappled courtyard. A good read. A long refreshing drink. The pleasantly … You could say Porto has it all. A city that's spot on for a weekend escape. The perfectly commendable size for a city break. Plenty to pack in without passing on the time to appreciate ample aperitivo stops in between ambling the atmospheric streets of the European Best Destination 2017. And if you've got an … We're in Italy celebrating Mr Gallivant's BIG birthday, and after a few treasured days in Rome it's time to head south for a week on the Sorrentine Peninsula. This is a first for all three of us – Sweet Pea is still but a distant dreamy hope – and I'm thrilled to be discovering the … The twisting, turning road through the plane tree contours of countryside south of Réalmont en route to our chambre d’hôte for the coming days is an absolute delight. We are in the heart of the Tarn département, deep in Cocagne country, and the picturesque route beyond the robust planes is flanked by fields of gold …

