One of the most indelible memories I have is dining al fresco at a farm in Gordes, France. It was one of those perfect summer evenings, the golden light casting a magical hue over the rural landscape. The rustic, antiquated, wooden long table was set with simple elegance: wildflowers, cloth serviettes, and jugs of Rose. We were served roast pig, fresh from the farm, and the most delicious warm homemade bread.
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