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A single place we have just been — the room, the table, the view — with everything you need to go yourself. Never more than one.
A page from a report in progress, before it appears in the journal. The Midi at the speed of a long letter, not a feed.
When to go and when to stay away — the week the lavender turns, the month a village belongs to itself again.
The vines turn first, then the plane trees on the squares. The light goes long and gold, the tables empty, and a perched village like Ménerbes finally belongs to the people who live there. This month: one inn, one table, and the back road between them.
— The Editors, from Gordes