At Hyeres, South of France.
Oh isn't she delightful? And the background!
Wistfully thinks of her St Tropez fantasy too..
Or the French countryside. I can almost hear a beast and cart trundling down a grassy lane, the dappled shade from the trees dance across its back. I can almost smell the dewy morning, and reach out to touch the velvety rolling hills.
Soon, Tam, soon enough!