Driving through the iron gates of Mas Bellevue, my adult daughter and I felt like we had arrived on a movie set. As the days passed we became convinced of it.
From that opening scene - with its gravel drive, elegant house, and orderly lavender-lined jardin –to the final curtain as the gates swung shut behind our little blue Renault,...
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