Cattis brought this wonderful book to work the other day. It is so nice, both because of the illustrations and because it lives a little gallophile in me. My husband and I fantasize about how it will be when the kids have moved out; how we sell the house and move to a little place in Provence. My picture of it is very clichéd but ever since I saw Jean de Florette and lived a year in France, I love it.
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Ha! you know, I spent two summers in Stockholm and the Swedish countryside when I was younger and I dream of buying a red wooden summerhouse or a house on an island outside Stockholm…