Think of yourself as visiting a small village in the heart of the south of France.
Don't worry if you can't speak the language (neither can I).
Pull up a chair, relax in the shade of the central square [place], have a baguette, a demi tasse of cafe, and watch the world slowly unfold before you.
Flanelle, like the material... She was an old girl who spent most of her time, most of her life, wandering aimlessly, but contently, through the garden of La Burlande.
