autumn
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Maison Adorée in Lenox Wonderland: How I Fell Down the Spice Village Rabbit Hole
I sell houses for a living here in my little corner of the Dordogne in France — the Périgord Noir, to be exact. A region famed for its old honey-coloured stone houses, some spanning centuries, scattered amongst lush green valleys,… Continue reading
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The Summer That Hasn’t Quite Left
There is always a moment here when summer feels as though it is packing its bags. Not dramatically. There is no sudden turning of the leaves, no crisp morning that announces autumn has arrived overnight. The Périgord Noir doesn’t really… Continue reading
