Sometimes one needs to getaway from it all and we have the perfect bolthole. A small house on the edge of a village, but close to the magical town of Uzes. Sitting in the Place aux Herbes on a sunny afternoon, and it usually is sunny, with a glass of wine and indulging in some serious people watching is my idea of heaven. And it’s a great place to indulge the imagination with all the stories one can invent for the strangers you see. So no blogs for a couples of weeks as I will be without the internet, using pen and paper, being as unobtrusive as possible and just observing.